Ye Ziheng's "do you think this is an antique?"

When Lin Ya said this, ye Ziheng could not help laughing before he could speak.

"Little girl, if it's antique, do you think I need to set up a stall here? He must have been sold to enjoy the happiness. "

Then he smiled twice.

Ye Ziheng shrugs and agrees.

Lin Ya naturally knows that the laughter is fake, just like the old man said, if this thing is really antique, I'm afraid he has already sold it to enjoy Qingfu. How can he still set up a stall here at such an old age.

"Does the little girl like this seal, or let your boyfriend buy it for you?"

The old man said suddenly with a smile.

When Lin Ya heard this, her face turned red, but she didn't contradict.

"Buy it if you like."

Ye Ziheng whispered beside her that although he didn't have much money with him, the price of such a stall would never be more than 100 yuan. He still had that money.

But linya shook her head.

"No, I prefer the one with kittens on it."

Then he put the seal down.