"Mom!" Lin Xiaosi panicked. "Don't be fooled by him! He must have done something!"
"Shut up!" Lin Wanrong shouted sternly.
She turned to look at Zhou Wenbo with a sharp gaze. "Mr. Zhou, you said the book was made to look old. Now that the smoky smell is gone, how do you explain it?"
Zhou Wenbo's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
"I... I might have misjudged…" He forced a smile and said, "Sometimes, the appraisal of ancient books would indeed…"
"Misjudged?" Ye Feng interrupted him, his voice very cold. "Then take a look at this book."
He picked up the book that Lin Xiaosi had brought and opened it.
"Mr. Zhou, you said that this is the Song version of Wang Wengong's Collected Works. The paper is Chengxin Hall paper, the ink is Songyan ink, and the words 'Printed by the Lin'an Mansion Shed Front Beimu Qinfang Chen House Bookshop' are printed on the type area, right?"
"Yes, yes..." Zhou Wenbo's voice sounded a little weak.
Ye Feng smiled.
