The servant immediately retreated to a corner with a pale face, not daring to disturb him again.
Nie Qixing walked to the "gift" and lifted the black canvas covering it. His eyes fell on the exquisite oil painting.
His gaze gradually tightened.
He had liked collecting cultural relics from a young age and was extremely accomplished at it. With just a glance, he could tell the painting's authenticity.
This was not another masterful forgery.
Instead, it was the real Sunflowers that had been seen for more than a hundred years!
Nie Qixing let go of the canvas in his hand and asked with a smile, "Miss Qiao is in Country M? Are you free in the next few days? If it's convenient, do you want to come to my birthday banquet?"
After getting an affirmative answer, his tone became more amiable. "Then Miss Qiao, is it convenient for you to give me your address? I'll get someone to send the invitation later."
