Ye Zixin had never expected such a turn of events. According to her plan, shouldn't it have been that bitch Su Qingqing who ran into these scammers? How could things have turned out this way?
While Ye Zixin would normally plot and scheme against Su Qingqing behind her back, those schemes were all verbal battles. Even if someone caught on, an apology was all that would ensue.
But these scammers were not Su Qingqing; this was the first time Ye Zixin had encountered such unruly and unreasonable lowlifes. How could she fend them off?
Hearing the middle-aged woman sitting on the ground shouting nonsense that the porcelain was from the Kangxi period, Ye Zixin's face instantly turned the color of liver.
At that moment, she realized she had completely forgotten all the treasure appraisal knowledge she had learned in school. Her mind went blank, and she didn't know where to start with a rebuttal.