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Although there was no evidence,
Jiang Chen was almost certain that the seventeen pieces of cursive calligraphy hanging in the room were authentic works by Wang Xizhi.
There couldn't possibly be such a bizarre coincidence in the world.
At the same time,
the murderer that had killed the notorious thief seemed to have been revealed.
Wondering how much reward money the police would give him if he reported it?
Or an honorable citizen title along with a silk banner?
Of course.
Jiang Chen was never one for the limelight; he would leave such opportunities for fame and recognition to others.
Shi Qianxi's invitation to Pei Yunxi was indeed a stroke of genius because, with Yun Xi's presence, the meal was quite harmonious, at least on the surface.
The only regret was that the portions were too small; they were hardly filling, and, to be honest, the taste wasn't that great either.
Of course.
The club owner should not think that people come here for the food.
