In the car, after Leng Ruobing was dragged by Xiao Zheng, she didn't speak, just gazing at him with both eyes.
Xiao Zheng touched his nose and smiled helplessly, "My wife, why are you staring at me like that? Could it be that my charm is so great you've been mesmerized by me?"
"Drop dead, don't be so narcissistic."
Leng Ruobing was talked into a wry smile.
"Tell me, are you really the author of that Mountain Array painting?"
Right away, Leng Ruobing asked Xiao Zheng very seriously.
"What do you think?"
Xiao Zheng said with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Before, you told me you were some myth in the art world, that one of your works had even sold for hundreds of millions of dollars at auction—I didn't believe it.
But judging from your performance just now, it seems you really have that ability. Even if you're not the author of the Mountain Array, your work entering an auction wouldn't be undervalued!"
Leng Ruobing was analytical and very calm.
"Heh heh."
