"Tilda!" Deep frown lines appeared on Emily's forehead.

Darryl laughed and looked at Tilda. "You're still young, so you don't know just how deceitful people can be. An antique street that has just opened like the one we're in now is known to have many fakes. Therefore, it pays to be cautious. Understand?"

She pursed her lips disdainfully, unhappy to see him lecturing her like an old man. "So you're saying that all the things in the stalls are fake?"

Darryl just smiled and continued walking. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a stall. That stall was selling porcelain wares. There were blue and white porcelain, Jun porcelain, and many more—each one was extremely beautiful. There were so many choices that it was dizzying to look at.

Emily became excited. There must be some hidden gem there that caught Darryl's attention. Tilda also stopped there and began to admire all the exquisite porcelain. There should be something authentic there.

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