Chapter 92
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
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Chapter 92: How much is it worth?
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Oh? â Lan Jing scratched the back of her head and asked, â so, this thing is real? â
[ beep beep ] system
âHow much is it worth?â Lan Xiao asked excitedly as she licked her dry lips.
The system really didnât want to answer this idiotic question.
[ at least one million Yuan Yuan. ]
Lan Xiaoâs eyes glowed as she looked at the copper furnace in her hand in disbelief.
A million Yuan was at least a million Yuan. Did that mean that it had more than that? It could be higher?
On Wen Muchuâs side, that yellow-haired guy was still arrogantly saying such shameless words.
âHurry up and give me the 100000 Yuan, or Iâll put you and your son in jail. Iâm a person who holds grudges the most. Youâve offended me, Hmph, donât even think about having a good life in the future.â
Mother Wen was so angry that her face turned pale, while Wen Cheng was so frightened that she bit her lip and sobbed.
Wen Muchu clenched his fist and pursed his thin lips. He made a move forward and was about to hit the Blondie again.
The Blondie trembled in fear and pointed at Wen Muchu, â Iâm telling you, donât hit me again. Otherwise, Iâll make you regret it, Qianqian. Hurry up and give me the 100000 Yuan.
Seeing this, Lan Xiao hurriedly took the copper stove and stepped forward. She pursed her lips and smiled at the yellow-haired man.
big brother, I heard you say that this bronze censer is a fake. Do you have any evidence to prove that itâs fake? â
The yellow-haired guy looked at the blue streamer, and a dark light flashed in his eyes. He then sneered,âOh, evidence? What evidence was needed for such a broken thing? I did the appraisal at the Zhaoâs antique shop. They wouldnât lie to me, right? I already said itâs fake, why donât you believe me? And youâre asking for evidence? Itâs simply a joke, Yingluo.â
Lan Xiao narrowed her eyes and smiled gently as she suggested this to the yellow-haired teenager.
since thatâs the case, letâs solve the problem one by one first. Otherwise, itâs not a solution to keep the two sides in a stalemate.
The yellow-haired teenager looked at Wen Muchu timidly and said in a trembling voice, â donât just ask me. You should ask him. What if he doesnât want to and kills me? â
Hence, Lan Jing looked at Wen Muchu and bit her lip as she spoke in a gentle voice.
senior Wen, are you willing to believe me? â
Wen Muchuâs eyes were dark as he looked at the basket. Wen Cheng tugged on Wen Muchuâs sleeve and asked in a low voice, â âBro, whoâs this little beauty?â
Wen Muchu did not answer Wen Cheng but looked at his mother and said, â âMom, sheâs my classmate.â
Mother Wen looked at the basket and nodded politely.
Lan Jing swallowed her saliva nervously. Oh my God, Wen Muchu and I havenât even started dating yet. I didnât expect to meet his parents so soon.
There was nothing much just now, but after such a formal introduction, she was quite nervous.
She was a little restrained as she tugged at the corners of her lips and greeted mother Wen.
âHello, Auntie, Yingluo.â
âThis little girl is quite pretty. In your opinion, how should this matter be resolved?â Wen Xinyaâs mother asked nervously.
Lan Jing stole a glance at Wen Muchu and saw him nodding at her indifferently. Lan Jing immediately had an idea.
So, she looked at mother Wen again and said, â
âAunty, since this big brother said that this bronze censer is fake, letâs give him the thousand Yuan first. How about we buy this thing first?â
Mother Wenâs expression was a little ugly, and she quickly explained, â âThis isnât a fake. It really isnât. Why doesnât anyone believe it?â