"And then?"
Without any hesitation, as soon as Miss Yingzhu spoke, Fu Qian's fingers had already flicked out the shiny gold coin.
This utterly straightforward demeanor, with its fluidity and firmness, was so impactful that it instantly provided the perfect commentary on the preceding speech.
Oz's increasingly serious gaze underscored this point significantly.
"What do you feel about the pattern on it?"
And Lady Yingzhu, befitting a formal examiner, although her expression was equally solemn, did not hesitate much in her response.
"The level is high, quite vivid."
The gold coin bore the same pattern on both sides, and Fu Qian directly placed it standing on a nearby low cabinet, commenting while watching the silhouette inside.
"And what else?"
This answer was clearly more in the realm of appreciation, and Yingzhu frowned slightly, seemingly unsatisfied.
