Xia Liang finished speaking, extended his right hand holding the coin, and began to move it slowly above the host's head.
Everyone knew the critical moment had arrived. They all watched Xia Liang's right hand intently, eager to see how he would catch the tiny coin while also trying to spot any flaws in his trick. Even Peng Changye stared wide-eyed, his gaze fixed on Xia Liang's right hand.
Xia Liang's hand swayed above the host's head for a moment before he suddenly plunged it into her hair. When he pulled it back, a small coin was pinched between his thumb and forefinger. This new coin was a bit smaller than the one the host had given him, and it also had a nick on it.
"Tsk, tsk. The genes of this coin are quite strong," Xia Liang said with a smile. "Its offspring inherited them—it even has a matching nick."
