Zhong Nianyao had been playing with it for a while before she put the compass back into the box. Looking up at Qian Pengze, she suddenly asked, "Was your ancestor a Feng Shui Master?"
The unexpected question caused Qian Pengze to be taken aback for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, "Yes, up until my great-grandfather, all were Feng Shui Masters. It's just a pity that my grandfather and father didn't have that talent, so our family's skills have been lost."
"This compass is a treasure handed down through the generations in our family. Even though we no longer have a Feng Shui Master, it has still been passed down from generation to generation. It's just a shame—"
By his generation, even this family heirloom could no longer be kept safe.
Zhong Nianyao glanced at Qian Pengze, who seemed to have a cloud hanging over him, "Boss Qian has encountered some trouble, which is why you're selling the family heirloom, right?"
