"You don't need to swear. I believe you," Fang Xuan immediately replied.
She did believe what Fang Heng had said.
However, she believed that the porcelain bowl had sold for five million, not that Fang Heng could appraise antiques.
From Fang Heng's words, Fang Xuan could tell that the porcelain bowl was definitely a fake.
The person who had spent five million on the bowl was one hundred percent a shill Wang Haoran had arranged.
Her younger brother was actually still so foolishly convinced that he really knew how to appraise antiques.
Still, this was exactly what Fang Xuan wanted.
Her younger brother had earned money under the guise of appraising antiques and could use it to solve the family's financial problems.
That meant the huge sum she had earned by doing shameful things would have a legitimate source.
This way, no one would gossip about her.
Fang Xuan could not help sighing. Although Wang Haoran was young, he had thought things through quite carefully.
"It's late. Get some rest early."
Fang Xuan turned to return to her room, but the moment she twisted around, a piercing pain struck her and nearly made her fall to the floor.
Fortunately, she grabbed the wall in time and steadied herself.
"Elder Sister, why can't you even walk properly? You must be too excited because I made a fortune, right?" Fang Heng guessed with a beaming smile.
"Yes, yes." Fang Xuan forced out a smile.
"Elder Sister, I think you should quit your job tomorrow. Being a secretary is exhausting. I'll support you from now on," Fang Heng suggested, gazing intensely at Fang Xuan.
He felt familial affection for Fang Xuan, but even more than that, he harbored another, special kind of emotion.
However, Fang Heng had once thought himself useless and felt