Shi Qian walked into the medieval-filled room of the castle, and her gaze immediately fell on the two landscape oil paintings on both sides of the bed.
She recognized at a glance that it was the work of a famous medieval artist in North America. This artist had only a few paintings. He earned sky-high prices from each.
Shi Qian took a few steps forward to take a closer look.
"That's right. It's authentic." Shang Sizhan walked to the sofa and sat down.
Shi Qian looked at the two paintings and shook her head.
"What's wrong?" Shang Sizhan was puzzled.
Shi Qian muttered, "It's a pity to leave the original artwork here. No one has lived here for many years."
"Someone lived here a year ago, but no one lived here after I bought it. We can take it with us when we leave if you want."
"Forget it. I think it's more suitable for this castle," Shi Qian said lazily.
