Tan Zhenting heard Cao Heming's words, said nothing, but Tan Yunjing could no longer stand to listen. What did Cao Heming mean by this? They came to cause trouble time and again, daring to be so intimidating on their family's territory!
"On what basis do you say that our family's item is fake, and not yours? Where is the evidence? Besides, the buyer hasn't come looking for us to complain! Now where do you get off pointing fingers at us!"
Tan Yunjing, not the least bit intimidated, looked at Cao Heming, whose expression had changed, and spoke directly.
Cao Heming narrowed his eyes and gave Tan Yunjing a chilly look, "Yunjing, you should remember I'm of the same generation as your father. You'd better speak to me with respect. And how do you know the buyer who won the bid for that vase hasn't said anything?"