Old Master Nan endured the pain and gave up his authentic paintings. After saying that, he looked like he would have to use an oxygen mask the next second.
However, Nan Zhe did not appreciate it. He was not a refined man, so he never had a thing for paintings and antiques.
"Why would I want that? Where should I hang it when I get back? In the toilet?"
"…" Old Master Nan choked. On one hand, he was angry at him for insulting his precious paintings, but on the other hand, he felt that he had escaped a calamity.
"Then what do you want? I haven't found anything good recently. You crushed one of the walnuts I just got my hands on the last time. I don't have anything new."
Hearing this, Nan Zhe frowned. He felt that Old Master Nan was a little strange.
"Who cares about that lousy walnut? There's nothing I want."
He had already moved everything he wanted to his house eons ago. He would not have left them here until now.
