Unfortunately, Miss doesn't like to show her true face, so this Ninth Master probably won't be able to see her beautiful face.
Old Liu pushed open the door to the restoration room and said respectfully, "Master Ji, Mr. Songzhu is inside. Please come in."
"Thank you for your trouble." Ji Hanchen nodded.
The studio, which is over 50 square meters, has solid wood display cases on two walls, displaying various antiques, and various tools neatly arranged on a long table facing south.
Xu Qingyun was facing away from the light, bending down to repair a piece of broken jade.
Ji Hanchen usually doesn't look at women much, at most only glancing at them briefly.
But when he saw the woman in front of him, he raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and his eyes showed a hint of scrutiny.
From this angle, only Xu Qingyun's profile can be seen, and she is wearing a mask that covers half of her pretty face, so Ji Hanchen can't actually see her face.
But the woman used a silver hairpin to hold up her jet-black hair, revealing her slender, fair swan neck, which was very sexy.
Is this Mr. Songzhu?
"Mr. Ji, please have a seat." Xu Qingyun said softly, her voice low and slightly hoarse.
Ji Hanchen sat down in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "I never expected that the mysterious Mr. Songzhu would actually be a beautiful young woman."
Xu Qingyun paused, then looked up, revealing half of her face covered by a mask: "Mr. Ji has a deep-seated stereotype."
Ji Hanchen nodded: "Mr. Songzhu is truly remarkable."
Xu Qingyun looked at Ji Hanchen: "Mr. Ji, what do you want to see me about?"
"I would like to ask Mr. Songzhu to repair a jade pendant."
Where is the stuff?
"It's still in my wife's hands."
Xu Qingyun's eyes flashed: "Mr. Ji is married?"
A faint smile appeared on Ji Hanchen's lips: "Not yet, we're still pursuing it."
"The jade pendant is very important to her. Whether I can marry her depends entirely on Mr. Songzhu."
Xu Qingyun did not agree immediately.
She wondered, could Ji Hanchen's "wife" be referring to her?
Xu Qingyun's heart inexplicably raced, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyelids, saying, "Okay, I accept."
Ji Hanchen stood up, about to walk out, when he suddenly stopped: "Mr. Songzhu looks somewhat like my wife."
Xu Qingyun's heart skipped a beat. What did Ji Hanchen mean? Did he recognize her?
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