"I heard that there are so many fakes in the antique market..."

"Well, yes, nine out of the ten things in that place are fake."

Tang Luo nodded and sat next to him.

"Sister Xin, what do you Mr. Zhu say?"

"Mr. Zhu... got angry in the office and almost smashed the entire office."

Yang Xin looked at Tang Luo and her expression became strange.

"He smashed it while scolding you..."

"Hmm? Scream me? Forget it, let him lose so much money. Just curse a few words, it doesn't hurt or itch anyway."

Tang Luo shrugged, it doesn't matter.

"Haha, why did he scold me?

"He scolds you...eight generations of ancestors..."

Yang Xin hesitated for a moment and said.

"What? Damn it, scold me for the eight generations of ancestors?"

Tang Luo suddenly became uneasy. He didn't know who his eight generations of ancestors were. How dare that fat man scold him?

"Tang Luo, you... don't be angry."

Yang Xin was startled and hurriedly comforted her.

"Didn't you say it just now, it doesn't hurt or itch?"

"But...dum, although it doesn't hurt or itch, I'm afraid that my ancestral grave will smoke!"

Tang Luo cursed.

"Sister Xin, what else has he scolded?"

"Nothing, nothing more."

Yang Xin shook her head quickly, saying that those very ugly things, how could she dare to say anything.

She estimated that if she said it, Tang Luo would jump to Zhu Ming and fight to the death.
Chapter completed!