Chen Lan didn't understand calligraphy and painting. After looking at it for a while, she asked: "Can this calligraphy and painting be sold for money?"

“Tacky!”

Lin Qingyuan rolled his eyes at Chen Lan.

"How can such a masterpiece that has been passed down from generation to generation be measured by money?"

Chen Lan snorted: "What kind of thing can be passed down from generation to generation? How can something worthless be a good thing?"

"Forget it, forget it, even a layman like you wouldn't understand!"

"Where is Qingzhu? Is she off work?"

Lin Qingyuan asked while putting away his ancient paintings.

"She went out with her cousin Joe. What's wrong? Do you have something to do with her?" Chen Lan asked.

"Well, something happened! When she comes back, you can go to the study and tell me as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!