"My sister is from the porcelain family, the Powell family. Even if she can't find the world's top craftsman, she can still create perfect porcelain by herself."
"And you? Dare to compare yourself with my sister? Do you know anything about porcelain? Just look at you, clearly an ignorant and incompetent playboy!"
Tracy Swift remained unflustered, silently listening to her sister's scolding. When she was done, Tracy finally spoke gently, "Tobey, don't be so rude."
Then Tracy looked at Xaviera Evans, "Judging by this Miss's attire, she must come from a wealthy family. Perhaps I cannot compete with you in wealth, but this vase has been cherished by our elders for a long time. I hope you can indulge me."
"Moreover, the gentleman's request is to find the No. 1 master of ceramic art, which has nothing to do with who came first. It's about who has the ability to hire him. Some things cannot be bought with money. Even if you have the money, you cannot buy things by force."
