Zhulan turned her head to see Chang Zhi light a candle and bring it close to take a look, "What's wrong?"
Chang Lian glared at Chang Zhi, "Hold the candle steady; don't let the wax drip and ruin the calligraphy and painting."
Chang Zhi carefully moved away, "Brother, why do I feel that this piece of calligraphy and painting is fake?"
Chang Lian, "....."
He really hadn't noticed. He knew their father had a knack for identifying authentic pieces, and he had hoped to possess it too. For this, he even visited antique shops, but to him, everything seemed genuine until he finally gave up, admitting he did not have this gift and envying his younger brother. It looked like Chang Zhi had the knack and took after their father!
Zhulan looked at the calligraphy and painting, "Why do you think it is fake?"
