Ye Feng carefully kept the authentic painting of Tang Bohu and slowly walked in front of the old man. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, actually I am not Japanese, I am Chinese. This painting can be considered to have been returned to its rightful owner. I'll bring it back to China."
"You…"
The old man's expression changed drastically again. He raised his hand and pointed at him, his entire body trembling.
Ye Feng's learning ability was extremely strong, and he had stayed in Japan for such a long time. One could no longer hear any accent in his speech.
If he didn't say anything, others would only think that he was a native Japanese.
That was why the old man had sold the painting to him. If he had known that he was Chinese, he would not have sold it no matter how much money he was offered.
The old man suddenly felt as if he had been deceived, and his body trembled more and more violently.
