Mo Yinhe pressed on, "Dad, bring Yangyang over so I can take a look."
While carefully examining the two treasures he had acquired at the charity auction, Ye Junqing replied nonchalantly, "Your mom and sister have taken her shopping for clothes. Why, have you taken a liking to her and want her to appraise treasures for you?"
"Appraise what treasures? He is the treasure born to Mingjing and me!"
Mo Yinhe didn't know that Little Chaoyang was a master treasure appraiser, much less the most promising rising star of the Mystery Sect.
"COUGH, COUGH!" Ye Junqing coughed. He was drinking tea and was caught off guard, choking abruptly. He glanced up sharply at his son on the other end of the video, his voice incredulous, "What did you say? Say that again—she's a treasure born to Mingjing and you?"
"The dragon has nine offspring, and Chaoyang is your very own grandson."
"It's over!" Ye Junqing suddenly exclaimed.
Mo Yinhe's breath hitched. "What do you mean, it's over?"
