Hearing the words of Yue Zhengting, Sun Li Weiwei was embarrassed. He could not say that he could see through the whole piece of porcelain because of his perspective vision and saw the hair hidden in it. If he said that, he would not disclose his greatest secret. If Sun Li said that, would the Yuejia regard him as a neuropathy?

So Sun Li scratched his head, looked at the moon thunder that looked forward to him, and his head whirled rapidly, wondering what way he could use to stop the moon thunder.

"Haha, Uncle Yue, I'm really a novice in antiques, so I can't understand what you said just...