Yan Yuan felt that everything that had happened in this short period of time was like sharp blades that pierced countless holes in his dignity and pride.
He was afraid that he would no longer be able to establish himself in City A.
Everyone present at the banquet was also shocked. After all, they did not think that Yan Ruo, who was usually so secretive, would actually invite Xuan Jing over to give a birthday gift. This was much more valuable than any other gift!
Elder Mrs. Yan smiled, looking happy from the bottom of her heart.
She did not blame Xuan Jing for coming late. Instead, she consoled him, "What are you saying? You're all guests here. Why are you standing there? Come sit down!"
Xuan Jing opened the wooden box, and it was a scroll of painting inside.
As the scroll was unfurled, people could see the difference between the real and the fake paintings.
