Seeing how Huo Sining unhesitatingly refused his request, Qin Lianshan knew this matter was not going to be settled, and it would be inappropriate to continue insisting.
After hearing Huo Sining say the item wasn't for sale, Mr. Bai's expression turned somewhat sour, and a look of disappointed melancholy appeared in his eyes as he gazed longingly at the purple clay jar in Huo Sining's hand.
"Antiques are all about fate; it's understandable that you don't want to sell it, Huo girl. But I have a presumptuous favor to ask, and I hope you won't refuse it."
Mr. Bai realized that acquiring the purple clay jar was probably impossible, so he could only settle for the next best thing. He looked at Huo Sining with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Can you lend this item to me? I want to take it back and use it once. Just three days, and I'll return it to you!"
Huo Sining thought Mr. Bai wanted to borrow her purple clay jar for the purpose of appreciating it.
