Sean looked at the trembling flesh on Alex's face, the saliva flying around, acting like an elder teaching a younger one, sighed, held the wooden box containing the bronze tiger, and took the scroll of Zhu Da's "Fishhawk Playing in the Water Painting." He stood up and said to Alex:
"Mr. Young, actually, I've been planning to keep this secret from you. But your attitude now is so annoying that I just can't help but tell you..."
Sean stood taller than Alex, the oppressive feeling made Alex very uncomfortable, he couldn't help but take a step back, and forced himself to stay calm:
"What do you want to say? A young man should be modest, learn to respect his elders, and absorb the teachings of his elders..."
"What I want to say is, the painting you bought was provided by me."
Alex wanted to continue, but suddenly froze when he heard Sean's words, and asked with disbelief:
"You're saying — the painting was provided by you? I bought your painting?"
