Qin Dong stood on the stage. She had to examine them carefully, but no matter how she looked at them, there was nothing different about these two paintings.
There was no deviation between the contents of the paper and the painting. Moreover, judging from the color, these two paintings had been around for a long time.
Seeing that it was about time, Zhang Lei asked, "Madam Li, you appraised it again just now. Are there any results?"
Qin Dong shook his head gently and sighed helplessly. "I'm really sorry. Perhaps it's because my appraisal skills are limited. No matter how I look at it, both paintings seem to be authentic. I really can't tell if they're real or fake!"
Qiao Xin, who was standing below the stage, couldn't help but frown. Her gaze fell on Qiao Yu's face.
She recalled Qiao Yu's words and was momentarily confused.
