"There is no impermeable wall, even if the mind is meticulous, the means are no use." Guan Yu looked at Park Xu ironically and said lazily.

Park Xu's face is as ugly as that of a dead fly. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm down his mood. His eyes are gloomy and terrible. He snorts, "You are a slander. My painting has been appraised by experts from different countries in the world. It can't be false. These experts have problems. How can I know if you didn't unite against me? "Yes?"

"Hmm, can we still see? Zhang Hong's authentic works happen to be in my family. Would...