While Wang Shiyun was making her rounds in the hospital's VIP ward, she would hear them chatting, some of whom were also interested in antiques.
Ma San's name was basically one they often mentioned.
There was also a rumor that Ma San had a unique way of explaining antiques, claiming he could tell at a glance whether they were real or fake.
It was almost always about Ma San's legendary feats.
Over time, Wang Shiyun came to remember this name.
But she never expected to meet Ma San in person.
Wang Shiyun cautiously tugged at Ye Feng's sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.
Ye Feng looked at Wang Shiyun and saw her cautious expression and eyes filled with worry; he understood she was looking out for his well-being.
"Mr. Ye, Ma San is quite formidable in the world of antiques, you better not say any more,"
"I'm just kindly giving a warning, if he doesn't believe it, then forget it."
Ye Feng helplessly spread his hands; he meant well, after all, belief was optional.