"I'm not an expert. I'm just a fan," He Wenxian said humbly.
He Weinian smiled and said, "Wenxian has liked to repair ancient books since she was young, so she studied the craft for a period of time. If you like, you can have a chat with Wenxian about it."
Qiao Xi straightened her back, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "I happen to have a damaged ancient painting in my hand. It was left to me by my grandfather. Because this ancient painting is too precious, I don't dare to casually find someone to repair it. Miss He, why don't you help me?"
He Wenxian's heart trembled, but her expression did not change at all. "Of course."
"It's getting late, Ah Zheng. We'll take our leave first. See you in a few days." He Weinian stood up and prepared to leave.
