"It's a painting." Huo Jinyan opened the box and removed the painting before displaying it with a flourish.
Huo Yao was only interested in a few antiques and was not much into calligraphy and brush paintings. As a result, she didn't have an in-depth knowledge about them. "Is there anything wrong with it?"
"It's Zhao Mengfu's original from the Yuan dynasty. Since all his works are rare, they don't come cheap," explained Huo Jinyan.
Huo Yao was surprised. Then she composed herself and said nonchalantly, "I see. In that case, you can store it with the rest of the paintings."
After all, her medicine was not cheap either.
Huo Jinyan saw how calm his daughter appeared to be. She seemed to treat the precious painting as just a piece of paper.
His lips parted. Huo Yao seemed to have read his mind and said, "Don't worry, Dad. It really came from my classmate's father, so it's fine."
She headed to the dining room and started eating breakfast.
