"This is the family head's porcelain sculpture?" Suddenly, Mr. Luo's tone was sharp. His gentle and elegant face was filled with coldness. He looked at Xia Mengyan coldly and repeated, "Are you sure this is the family head's porcelain sculpture?"
Xia Mengyan, who had been lowering her head to control her joy, did not notice that something was wrong. Instead, she replied with a smile, "I'm sure. It was given to me by an apprentice of the head of the family."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air was filled with a trace of coldness. Mr. Luo's expression was filled with anger. Xia Cheng realized that something was wrong and hurriedly went forward. "Mr. Luo…"
Xia Cheng looked at Mr. Luo's gloomy expression but did not dare to speak. The surroundings were silent. Everyone held their breaths. No one dared to make a sound, afraid that they would anger this big shot.
Qiao Xi stood in the corner and could not help but chuckle.
