"Xiaoyang, you earned this painting."

Lin Mohan put down the scroll and looked at Xiaoyang.

huh? Earned?

Xiao Yang was stunned and looked at Lin Mohai. "Mohan, what does that mean? Is this painting not a forgery?

In Xiaoyang's eyes, the painting is just some mountains and rivers, and the picture is gray, he can't see any Tao.

And when he was bidding last night, he heard people around him talking about the painting. They said that the painting looked fake. At first glance, it was fake. There were heavy traces of falsification.

Lin Mohan looked at him like a fool: "Xiaoyang, do you doubt my vision?"

Xiao Yang scratched...