She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Yan Siyu was scolded by Manshu, and her face turned pale and blue.

"Student Manshu, you are going too far." Yan Siyu glanced at Qian Sihai, "Uncle Qian is a professor in the history department of C University. How could he not tell whether the blue and white porcelain vase is real or fake?"

Manshu raised his eyebrows: "Don't history professors have moments of being shortsighted?"

"Student Manshu, I know you don't like me, but there's no need to slander Uncle Qian, right?"

Yan Siyu had no idea where Yan Manshu got the confidence to challenge her.

She broke a blue and white porcelain vase worth ten million. The money she earned from gambling on stones was obviously not enough to pay for it. What was there to be proud of?

She was indeed willing to lend money to Manshu, but she also had conditions: she wanted the house.

Every word Yan Siyu said was for Qian Sihai, so Qian Sihai naturally enjoyed it.

He didn't expect that the daughter of the Yan family was so considerate.

"Since you are Siyu's classmate, then the money..." Qian Sihai thought that it could be paid in installments.

Yan Siyu interrupted him: "Uncle Qian, although Manshu is my classmate, I can't let you suffer any loss."

Qian Sihai: “…” I didn’t want to suffer this loss.

Manshu didn't even look at the two people who were talking to themselves.

She called the police directly.

"Yes, I suspect someone is deliberately trying to scam me..."

Manshu explained the situation to the police in a few words and then hung up the phone.

Yan Siyu, Qian Sihai, and even the owner of the antique stall were caught off guard.

Especially when I heard Manshu say "deliberately committing fraud".

"Student Manshu, how could you call the police?"

Yan Siyu looked at Manshu with an accusing look.

I had already reconciled everything for her, but she still wanted to call the police.

Doesn't she know that slandering someone for deliberately committing fraud might anger Professor Qian?

What if they don’t want to take less than 2 million?

Manshu didn't want to pay any attention to Yan Siyu at all, and many people around him were pointing fingers at Manshu.

Especially after hearing Yan Siyu say that Qian Sihai was a professor in the history department of C University, I felt that Manshu was trying to evade responsibility.

Li Jiayin was still fanning the flames and persuading Yan Siyu: "Siyu, I told you that she is a traitor and doesn't know how to appreciate a good person. Just leave her alone."

Lin Wenya also said: "Siyu, forget it. Manshu may not want to pay such a large sum of money. When the police come, they will handle it impartially. We should just ignore it."

However, the boys in the next class felt that something was wrong with this scene.

Can't Manshu suspect that someone is trying to scam you?

If it were him, he would also call the police, right?

This thing is worth ten million, not one thousand yuan.

"Student Manshu, do you suspect them?" The male classmate squeezed next to Manshu and glanced at the antique stall owner obliquely.

Manshu didn't expect that there would be someone standing on his side at this time.

She nodded slightly.

The male student lowered his voice and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you? Do you have any concrete evidence that someone really hit you just now?"

"Someone did bump into him, but he took advantage of the chaos and ran away. Qi Xiang chased after him, but I don't know if she could catch him."

Manshu frowned, squatted down and wanted to check the pile of broken porcelain pieces.

"Little girl, what are you doing?" Before Qian Sihai could move, the antique stall owner became anxious and quickly reached out to stop her.

"I just want to see the legendary blue and white porcelain vase. Boss, why are you in such a hurry?"

Manshu hadn't thought of touching this thing before, it's physical evidence.

But the boss's attitude made her certain that there was something fishy about the blue and white porcelain vase.