He had seen people brag before, but Zhao Zhongnan had never seen someone like Lin Feng able to brag with such composure even when facing impending doom.
However, the more confident and complacent Lin Feng appeared, the happier Zhao Zhongnan felt inside. Zhao Shuang felt the same way, both eagerly waiting to see Lin Feng make a fool of himself. They certainly didn't believe that a little brat from the countryside could possibly identify the origin of an ancient painting.
"Oh? Are you serious? If I really can identify the origin of this painting, will you give it to me?"
Lin Feng had already noticed with a sidelong glance that Grandmother Ye Huiqin seemed quite interested in the painting, even a bit mesmerized by it. Given that Zhao Zhongnan was practically courting death by throwing down the gauntlet, why would he refuse such an opportunity?
