Lu Yang briefly explained to Pang Duoduo the origin of the hermit Xuan Yang.
Then Pang Duoduo was astounded.
"Brother-in-law, were you only eight or nine years old at that time?"
"You only learned painting for two or three years?"
"You didn't know your master sold these paintings?"
"You..."
Pang Duoduo's questions fired off one after another like a series of cannon shots.
It was evident how shocked she was, with her emotions fluctuating wildly.
"Alright, alright, don't make a fuss. It's just the basics," Lu Yang said nonchalantly with a wave of his hand.
Pang Duoduo's eyes began to sparkle with stars.
She felt deeply guilty for the misunderstanding she had about her brother-in-law earlier.
At this moment, in her eyes, her brother-in-law already had an aura that couldn't be more dazzling.
"Brother-in-law, can you give me this painting?" Finally, Pang Duoduo looked at her own portrait.
She loved it to death! Truly loved it to death.
But she was also very anxious.
