167: Face-Slapping, Thousand-Faceted Splendor!_7

Suddenly, Mu Qingli narrowed her eyes and walked over to the most inconspicuous little stall among the many vendors and stopped.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. Seeing Qingli approaching, he immediately started introducing various raw stones with enthusiasm.

A young girl like Qingli appeared to be the kind of person who was naïve and had plenty of money to spend.

This was because children from ordinary families would not visit such an antiques market.

Moreover, this little girl obviously had an extraordinary temperament, surely cultivated through various artistic and cultural influences, an aura not possessed by children from ordinary families.

Qingli didn't want any of the raw stones the stall owner introduced. She pointed to one particularly unremarkable stone with a small chip and said, "Boss, I'll take this one."

"You mean this one?" the stall owner asked, pointing at the watermelon-sized stone.

"Yes," Qingli nodded.