And the woman beside Situ Junyan couldn't help but curl her lips into a scornful smile.
"You don't have to feel smug, my dad will surely defeat you!" Zhang Jia said through gritted teeth.
"Defeat me?" Situ Junyan laughed heartily, "I forgot to tell you, my master's name is Abel White."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Deqi and his son's faces instantly showed difficulty, as if they had swallowed a dead mouse.
Seeing this, Shu Ya was also somewhat puzzled, asking Hao Jian, "Is this Abel White really that impressive? Why do they have such expressions?"
"Abel White is a renowned Pottery Artist from France, famous all over the world. He only produces one piece of pottery art each year, but each one can sell for tens of millions and above; he can be called a world-class Pottery Artist. In comparison, Zhang Deqi, who is just a local level, obviously isn't in the same league. Their reaction is understandable," Hao Jian explained.
"Then isn't he bound to lose?" Shu Ya exclaimed in surprise.