"Hmph, I really dare to send anything here. Even things that are worse than garbage can be called pills. It's so funny." Qisen returned the bottle rudely to Murong Ningyue and said sarcastically.

"Is that so? Is it garbage? Haha..." Murong Ningyue took the bottle easily, then looked at the bottle and said in a pretentious manner, with mockery on her face.

Xuanyuan Fengyu heard that Qisen had reported the identification results, frowned slightly, looked at Qisen and said, "How could this happen? Take a closer look."

When Qisen heard Xuanyuan Fengyu's words, he felt that his authority had been seriously challenged. He brushed his sleeves impatiently and said angrily: "No need to read it anymore. Can my appraisal still make mistakes?"

"And, young master, our auction house is the largest auction house in the country. We can only ask for fine products. How can we ask for garbage? This will only ruin the reputation of our auction..." Qisen said earnestly, and his words alluded to Murong Ningyue's pills were garbage.

"No." Xuanyuan Fengyu couldn't listen anymore and said seriously, interrupting Qisen's high-profile discussion. He walked over and took the pill from Murong Ningyue's hand, uncovered the lid and poured a pill in his hand, looked at it and said, "I think this pill is pretty good."

"Hmph, isn't that bad?" Qisen smiled sarcastically, then looked at Murong Ningyue disdainfully and said, "Young Master, don't think this person is a good person when you look good. Nowadays, it's bad. You should be careful, Master."

"Hey, have you said enough? Stop me if you say enough!" Murong Ningyue looked at Qisen with her hands crossed her chest and said loudly, and couldn't help but shout, with a hint of anger in her heart.

| "It's enough? Of course not enough. You don't even look at who you are. The Dingtian Auction Store of Xuanyuan is famous for being grand. How can you, a child, make trouble? Why don't you leave here quickly with your garbage?" Qisen said even more excessively.

"I really didn't expect that the appraiser in the dignified Dingtian Auction House was such a rude person, arrogant and arrogant. Such an auction house really disappointed me." Murong Ningyue said coldly as Qisen, who was extremely ungrateful.

"Young Master, don't get me wrong. Qisen just trusts himself very much and has no other intentions." Xuanyuan Fengyu hurried out to smooth things over, glaring at Qisen, signaling him to apologize.

"Hmph, incompetence is incompetence, why are you still stinking? "Qi Sen deliberately ignored Xuanyuan Fengyu and said even more excessively to Murong Ningyue, with a look of contempt on his face.

"It seems that some people don't cry until they see the coffin. Mr. Xuanyuan, let me discipline you well today." Murong Ningyue made her fingers expressionlessly, making a crackling sound and full of momentum.

"Prince, please calm down. Qisen, why don't you apologize to this young master? You have spoken a little longer." Xuanyuan Fengyu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Murong Ningyue, turned around and said sternly to Qisen, with a faint anger on his face.

"Hmph, I won't apologize to a trash." Although Chisen felt a little uneasy, he still said something with a gritty bullet and refused to apologize.

"Qicen!" Xuanyuan Fengyu was completely angry now, and his voice suddenly amplified a lot.
Chapter completed!