When everyone saw Jiang Qi's expression, their hearts began to race involuntarily. They waited nervously for his answer.
Old Master Jiang Qi looked at everyone. After bowing gentlemanly, he said, "In my opinion, the stone wall painting on the left is the real deal."
Everyone followed Jiang Qi's gaze. The painting on the left was the stone wall painting Miss Song Yu had brought.
Qiao Nian frowned slightly, her eyes darkening. She pursed her thin lips.
A faint smile appeared on Song Yu's face, exuding elegance and composure. She glanced at Qiao Nian, like a high and mighty queen glancing at her maidservant.
With just one glance, Song Yu retracted her gaze. She didn't take Qiao Nian to heart at all. She looked up at Old Master Jiang Qi and said politely, "Thank you so much, Uncle Jiang. You've worked hard to appraise it!"
Song Yu could guess Old Master Jiang Qi's answer from the beginning.
