As Xiao Yifei looked at Cao Heming, who gently shook his head, he continued, "You cause trouble everywhere, do you really think you can intimidate anyone? You push your luck just because you think your Yuan blue and white porcelain is genuine, right?"
"Tsk."
Xiao Yifei scoffed with disdain, then turned to Tan Zhenting and seemingly out of the blue, asked, "Uncle Tan, did the ancients also perm their hair?"
Tan Zhenting tilted his head, looking at Xiao Yifei with eyes still full of confusion, but this time, Xiao Yifei didn't give Tan Zhenting time to respond, since his next move had already begun.
A faint smile on his face, he turned around to face everyone who was intently watching him, and gently reached out his hand. In his hand appeared a small fragment of porcelain that he had been holding in his palm.
"Hmph! Young whelp, putting on airs with that shard! Do you think you can escape?"
Cao Heming snorted coldly at Xiao Yifei.
"Family Head Cao, don't be too hasty."