"Grant, you're here?" Seeing Grant walking over, Gianna hurriedly ran over and said, "This scoundrel merchant is so shameless, he actually swapped the fan I just picked out!"
"Hehe, you little brat, do you have any evidence? If you keep interfering with my business, be careful I'll sue you!" The thin man spoke with confidence. He knew the person in charge here and wasn't afraid of Daisy.
"You, you--" Gianna gritted her teeth.
Grant was afraid she would suffer, so he spoke up, "Gianna, don't worry, let me see the fan."
"It's this fake fan!" Gianna handed the fan to Grant.
"Hehe, you're blind, even if I gave you a real fan, could you tell?" The thin man sneered and mocked when he saw Grant getting involved.
Grant wasn't angry and took the fan from Gianna. It was an antique fan, and the fan bones and nails felt round and full of vicissitudes. It was difficult to tell if it was a fake just by touch, but when Grant opened the fan, he found something was off.
