"What is going on here?"
Yan Qinghai looked at the painting with the name Ye Xiao and trembled with anger.
How could this happen, it was supposed to be Zhu Xiang's Autumn Bamboo Painting, how did it turn into something painted by this Ye Xiao?
His Autumn Bamboo Painting, where had his Autumn Bamboo Painting gone?
"Master Yan, could there have been some mistake?"
Jian Ru looked at Yan Qinghai, whose face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and heard those other masters saying the painting was fake. How could the painting be fake?
"Master, I really didn't know the painting was fake, if I had known it was fake, I definitely wouldn't have used it as a gift for the apprentice ceremony."
Bai Yingying's face turned pale, and she clutched her dress forcefully with both hands.
"Oh my god, someone actually used a fake painting as a gift for an apprentice ceremony."
"The Bai Family is, after all, a respectable name in Yun City, how could they do such a shameless thing."
