Chen Feng certainly wasn't planning on locking the painting in a safe. He wasn't that bored. Whatever the talented artist Guo Xinni intended didn't matter; he simply wasn't taking the bait. Do whatever you like, I'm just not going to play along.
"Chen Feng, is this painting really worth that much money?"
As soon as Lin Xinru returned, she started interrogating him. Lately, he had been all secretive, frequently disappearing, and then there was that red-haired Yao Beina, who mysteriously appeared by their side, supposedly to protect them. This made Lin Xinru increasingly perplexed by Chen Feng, wondering if she did not understand him or if she had never actually intended to understand him.
"Wife, I'll tell you the truth, this painting's value can be considered neither too high nor too low; it depends on who owns it. I really like this painting, so to me, it's worth the price," Chen Feng said cheerfully as he looked at the scroll.
