Xi Rubao still wanted to make a fuss about jumping off a building.
But, when she caught a glimpse of Xi Chansha's face at that moment, her tears were instantly scared back—
The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat, veins faintly bulging, and the usually graceful rich boy had completely lost his composure, saying "Impossible" three times in a row on the phone!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I had two authoritative institutions inspect it, there are authentication certificates, how could it be fake."
The other party sneered, "You only had two institutions check a fifty million deal? We had five institutions both domestic and international inspect it simultaneously, your ribbed gray pottery cup isn't from the Xia Dynasty at all, it's a worthless counterfeit from an underground factory in Africa!"
Xi Chansha's voice trembled, "A counterfeit... wait, there's been a misunderstanding, I'm a victim too..."
