"Why should they come to see my things?"
As soon as he had spoken, Yin Rong did indeed immediately refuse.
Panic written all over his face, he even attempted to come over and take the tea set back.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. Stirred up by Yin Hehe's actions, the busybody old lady of the Yin Family had already come out.
"What's there not to see? If your things are genuine, why fear someone else taking a look?"
Quick-eyed and deft-handed, she snatched up the tea set before Yin Rong could reach it.
In an instant, the breath of everyone in the hall seemed to be held.
Yin Hehe too was smiling, stepping aside.
This time, this family of three was likely to lose all face—it was indeed an unexpected pleasure, able to make her, Yin Hehe, so happy before the state banquet.
"Slap!"
But at this critical moment, a woman suddenly charged out from behind Yin Rong and forcefully slapped Yin Xue across the face!
The hall fell silent.
