"Shut up!" Wu Weiran snapped angrily at the person, "What do you know? The person who painted this was just a college student at the time. Do you have any idea how talented he was?"
So it was done by a student back then? That makes sense. If one could paint like this during their student years, it isn't surprising they'd become a master one day.
The person who had spoken was somewhat moved himself, thinking whether he should also place a bid?
Xia Wanwan wanted to keep bidding, but Yao Qin reminded her at her side, "Wanwan, think it through. The past is gone. Do you really want to spend nearly ten million on this painting?"
Xia Wanwan paused, her hand that was about to raise the bidding sign now hung weakly. That's right, she wasn't some heiress squandering her family's fortune; she needed funds for other things right now, she had to confront Xia Zhenghong.
