Chapter 522 (1/2)

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Yang Zimei was not at ease. Lin Qingmei said to her master and went straight to Brunei street.

There are many people with antiques in their hands around the gate of Mo Xuan.

In the past, everyone was holding their own things, standing in line, waiting for song Xuan to help identify.

Now, they stand in a mess, with all sorts of looks on their faces, most of them angry, clamoring for returns.

On that day, song Xuan once made a promise that the goods sold in the shop could be returned within a year.

Now these people are generally worried about buying fake goods, so they all come to ask for return.

Yang Zimei squeezed in and saw Lin Qingmei and the work in the shop looking anxious.

”Everyone, we are short of funds for the time being. Please wait a few days. We will handle the return for you. Please don't worry.”

Lin Qingmei looks red.

”In a few days? Maybe you will run away in a few days. Even if there is no runner, the store will close and return goods for us? You're kidding. You can return it to us right now. Otherwise, we'll smash the store. ”

A man called in a gruff voice.

Others echoed.

The antiques on hand are worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. In case they are really fake, they will lose their lives. Therefore, they will never let go of the opportunity to return them.

Lin Qingmei was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her face was pale and she was sweating. She put her hands on her stomach.

Yang Zimei hurried to the past and helped her, ”sister Qingmei, I'm coming.”

As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she immediately grasped her hand and anxiously asked, ”Xiaomei, how is song Xuan?”

”Don't worry. I've asked the police to take care of him. Mr. Song will be fine.”