Only then did Lin Wanrong remember that there were still two people beside her. She quickly turned around and said with a little embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I can't believe I forgot about you as soon as I saw the book."
She looked at the plastic bag in Ye Feng's hand, then at the exquisite wooden box in her daughter's hand, her expression was a little awkward.
"Mr. Ye, your book... Is it also 'Wang Wengong's Collected Works?'" She asked.
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.
"Uh…" Lin Wanrong looked at Ye Feng and then at her daughter, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The probability of two "Wang Wengong's Collected Works" appearing at the same time was too small. Moreover, one of them was beautifully packaged and had the endorsement of a professional appraiser, while the other was casually wrapped in a plastic bag and found in a trash dump…
Anyone would be more inclined to the former.
