Some preference for antiques? Feng Jun's mouth twitched, and he gently spat out two words, "Bastard!"
Yu Zhiyuan glanced at him, "What, you thought of something?"
"Nothing," Feng Jun pondered for a moment but eventually shook his head, "He doesn't think I have antiques here, does he?"
What he had in mind was the incident that had occurred earlier, but the death of Bai Chuanmu would always cause trouble if it got out, so he decisively chose not to mention it.
Yu Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously. His intuition told him that this guy wasn't telling the whole truth, but... the other's explanation seemed plausible, "If you think of anything, you can contact me directly."
After finishing the conversation with him, Feng Jun turned around and called Xu Mansha, "Have you heard of Zhuang Shuai?"
"Zhuang Shuai... never heard of him," Xu Mansha spoke with confusion, "What does he do?"
