Tang Feng glared at her, "I'm not joking with you, find a way to contact Mrs. Shen and say that you know a very skilled Master of Physiognomy, and arrange to have tea with her this afternoon."
"Physiogn... Master of Physiognomy? You know a master in that field?" Qin Yanan didn't reject physiognomy. The longer she was involved in antiques, the more she believed in these things.
"Without concealing the truth, I am Tang Feng, the seventy-second generation disciple of the Kunlun Mountain Tianxuan Sect," Tang Feng immediately put on an air of an immortal cultivator.
Qin Yanan looked at him as if she had seen a wooden chicken and then, after a long pause, breathed out a few words, "I think you really need medication."
Tang Feng immediately deflated, looking at her irritably, "I'm not joking with you, I truly have physiognomy skill."