When Cheng Xiyue heard how certain the tone of Lu Huaiyu's voice was, he was speechless.
"You're that sure?"
Even a professional could not avoid making the occasional mistake.
However, Lu Huaiyu was extremely certain.
Lu Huaiyu raised his brows slightly.
"Hmm."
He had seen every painting of hers countless times until they had almost become imprinted in his heart. How could he be mistaken?
Cheng Xiyue had originally wanted to say a few words to refute him, but when he thought about how this man had indeed put quite a lot of thought into those paintings these past few years. It seemed quite normal for him to say that.
"Alright then. Since it's fake, then you don't have to go over there this time."
Cheng Xiyue was about to hang up the phone after saying that, but Lu Huaiyu said, "I'm going."
Cheng Xiyue was stunned. "What? Didn't you just say that the painting is fake? Why do you still want to go?"
