Seeing that Xia Wanyuan was silent, the person continued to ask, "Professor Xia knows poetry, history, and painting, but you also know about antiques and artifacts?"
The vice-principal kept giving him looks, but he was ignored.
Being able to become the vice-principal, his ability to read people's expressions was naturally top-notch. Seeing Xia Wanyuan's calm expression, he thought to himself that this was bad. This time, Hanchuan University would probably lose face again.
"I don't know much about artifacts and antiques." She shook her head.
Everyone felt relieved.
They were scared to death. They thought that young people these days were experts in literature, could write, paint, and even appraise cultural relics. This was too heaven-defying. How could them old fellows survive?
]"Tsk, then what right do you have to say that this cup is fake? With your mouth?
"Because the real thing is in my house," Xia Wanyuan lightly said.
