Fuck your grandfather, I was going to spare you some face, but you're the one forcing Young Master's hand.
Seeing that the old man insisted on arguing over the matter, Wu Xiaoshan also got fired up.
"Since you insist on making me say it, then I'll let you hear it."
Wu Xiaoshan, with disdain, curled his lip and shifted his gaze onto the pot of camellias in the twin-tailed girl's hands.
"This flower is nothing more than a common graft, and you have the nerve to sell it for three hundred and fifty thousand?"
As soon as he said this, the old man's expression changed dramatically.
Clearly, he had not expected that Wu Xiaoshan could tell at a glance that the pot of camellias was grafted; he couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"You can tell that this flower has been grafted?"
Wu Xiaoshan nodded indifferently and said nonchalantly, "Ordinary people wouldn't notice, but if you look a bit closer, you can see the clues."
