Qiao Xin couldn't help but feel nervous. Her gaze fell on Qiao Yu's face and she saw that he was staring at Qiao Nian.
Qiao Xin frowned slightly and called out softly, "Brother?"
When Qiao Yu heard Qiao Xin's voice, he lowered his gaze slightly. "What's wrong?"
Qiao Xin asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Whose painting do you think is real?"
"Qiao Nian," Qiao Yu said without hesitation.
When Qiao Xin heard Qiao Yu's words, her breathing hitched. She saw that her brother spoke firmly, without any hesitation. It was as if her brother also knew the origin of this painting.
Qiao Xin's uneasiness grew.
After a long while, Qiao Xin asked, "Brother, do you trust her that much?"
Qiao Yu didn't speak. Instead, he looked away, his gaze falling on the stone wall painting on the stage.
This was not a matter of whether she believed him or not.
