"Dad, this is probably a forgery."
Lu Rui knew how much the old man revered Master Qiao, and getting his painting would surely result in a display of ostentation, but that would be incredibly embarrassing if it turned out to be fake.
"Fake?" The old man's face was a picture of disbelief, and after scrutinizing the painting again, he said irritably, "How could it be fake? No matter how you look at it, it's real."
Lu Rui, with a metaphorical black question mark over his head, almost doubted his own sight and repeatedly waved his hands, "Impossible, Master Qiao's paintings are nearly impossible to find now, they're worth a fortune. I can't even buy one, do you think Qiaoqiao could manage it?"
At these words, the old man began to doubt himself.
Could it really be that he had been mistaken?
Did he also have a day where he made a mistake??
"But the forger's skill is truly impressive, even you couldn't recognize it as fake," Lu Rui admitted admiringly.
