Huo Sining wasn't sure what to say; the cups on the table and the wine pot in Old Mr. Zhong's hand looked no different from each other, even the color of Cha Zi was identical without the slightest deviation.
If it weren't for Huo Sining having just touched that Zhihu and seeing the Spiritual Energy on it, she might have really thought that this pot was as counterfeit as the cups.
At this moment, Old Mr. Zhong's gaze was still fixed on her. After three seconds of silence, Huo Sining could only smile and say, "Intuition, or perhaps a woman's sixth sense, of course, you may also consider it just a wild guess."
"Your sixth sense is really something!"
Old Mr. Zhong looked astonished, put down the Zhihu in his hand, and laughed, "I'm inclined to believe now that you must be someone from the Cultural Investigation Bureau, and with your abilities, I'm afraid it's not an easy task for the Bureau to transfer you."
