Are you talking bad about me, little girl?

When Su Yuexin saw the cunning look on her sister's smile, she guessed that the little girl must be making fun of him.

It's a secret, Dad, you have to keep it a secret.

Su Tianxin blinked at her father, who gave her a look of understanding. The two of them really looked alike.

The call is over? What do you say?

If we don't accept it, Su Qing's family said that the painting has been given to us and will not be taken back. If we are really reluctant to accept it, we will sell the painting to a regular museum or institution, and then use the money from the sale of the painting to help them

Do some good deeds and accumulate some virtue for Su Qing.

Su Tianxin was also quite surprised by this result. She also met Su Qing's parents at school yesterday. They were indeed an ordinary middle-aged couple in their clothes. She didn't expect that Su Tianxin had just paid 50 million.

When I told them, they were not moved at all and said they would donate the money from selling the paintings to help more people.

Maybe this couple is usually kind-hearted and has accumulated good fortune, otherwise they would not have found their daughter by such a coincidence. Maybe God took pity on them and allowed their family to reunite.

After being reborn, Su Tianxin has no doubts about blessings.

This family is quite open-minded, which is rare. In this case, I will call Mi Su first and see what he says, and then we will discuss selling the paintings.

Since the owner of the original painting is willing to sell the painting and doesn't even want to take the money from selling the painting, all he needs to do now is to solve Mi Su's problem.

Let’s eat first and then make phone calls. What are you two busy with? Why do you have to make so many calls?

Chu Xin looked at the time and saw that it was already 7:40. Her son was still on the phone. Did he want to have dinner?

Tianxin, please explain, I'll make a call first.

Su Yuexin didn't have time to tell her parents about the ancient paintings just now, so she could only leave it to her sister to explain.

Tianxin, tell me, what are you busy with?

The son ran upstairs, so he could only grab his daughter and ask.

The thing is like this, on my birthday, Xiaomi brother, my brother’s friend Misu, gave me a gift.

Su Tianxin used the fastest speed to tell a complete story about the origin of the ancient painting and the matter of going to appraise the ancient painting today.

Is there such a thing? Where is the painting? Show it to me. If you don’t show dad this good thing, dad’s love for you will be in vain.

Su Bai likes to play with purple clay teapots and jade, but his favorite is old objects. Especially the manuscripts of famous previous generations, he also dabbles in them. The collection of calligraphy and paintings is less because the books in them are too deep and there are too many forgeries.

I don't dare to touch that thing.

I heard that people cheated on me when I was lying. He grew up among antiques and porcelain, and even he often poked his eyes at them. Su Bai didn’t think he was particularly capable of doing these things, so he should try to touch them as little as possible.

Just because he doesn't touch it much doesn't mean he doesn't like it, especially since he heard that his daughter has an authentic ancient painting that has been authenticated by experts, so he needs to see it first.

Dad, do you like this too?

Just ask your dad what he doesn't like about it, right? He's like an antique, he just likes old objects, and I don't know what he thinks.

Most women like shiny things. Apart from knowing that they are quite valuable, they really don’t have much interest in learning about antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

I love my wife the most, she is more important than anything else.

Her father took the opportunity to confess his love, which caught Su Tianxin off guard and swallowed a mouthful of dog food. What kind of fairy parents are they, do they want to show their affection anytime and anywhere like this?
Chapter completed!