"Why does he look so familiar?"
"I must ask about this later!"
Staring at the old man, Chen Nan was filled with doubts. If it weren't for the age difference, Chen Nan would even suspect that the old man was the middle-aged man who had stolen the painting.
"What are you spacing out for?" Lan Yuqin tugged at Chen Nan and said, "This is my grandfather."
Chen Nan came back to his senses, walked forward a few steps, and greeted with a smile, "Hello, Grandpa."
"Are you Xiao Chen? Truly a talent!" Lan Qingfeng said with a smile, pointing to the couch next to him, "Don't just stand there, come and sit down."
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
Chen Nan walked over and sat down, but his attention remained on the old man's face.
Lan Qingfeng's smile was kind. He glanced at Lan Yuqin and said, "Yu Qin, go and pour Xiao Chen a cup of tea."
