"You just need to answer me. Do you recognize them or not? You know my tactics. Don't test my patience."
Song Zhuohai gave a final warning.
As his sister, Song Zhuolan certainly knew how impressive her brother's tactics were.
Because of that, she was so fearful that she couldn't sleep well for more than two weeks when she brought the landscape painting here back then.
Song Zhuolan smiled faintly and tried her best to make herself look a bit natural, "Brother, I recognize some of the things, but other than the violets, those things weren't from me!
"I've only seen those things. After all, I always come to the Song family to see our father. It's not strange that I've seen them, is it?
"However, I've never seen this black thing and I have no idea what it is."
Among the four things, the writing brush was given to Old Master Song by her son, so it wouldn't make sense if she said she didn't recognize it.
