Chapter 186 So Mad He Spat Blood
- Yan Jing frowned, clearly annoyed. “Old man, who are you calling an idiot? That painting is a fake. Worthless. Why get so worked up?”
- Old Fu slapped his thigh, trembling with rage. “Foolish! Utterly foolish! You dare call that painting a fake!?”
- Old Hua, who was bent over the frame inspecting it, felt something about that voice ring a bell. He turned his head—and instantly lit up.