The girl in the baseball cap trembled all over. Just because of what Ling Yun had said—he had painted it? That was his daughter?
But!
The painting had always been in her master's hands. She had seen it since she was little, and now she was fifteen. Her master had told her that the painting had been passed down to him by his own master. So how could the person before her be so young? Was he immortal?
And another thing!
Even if he was immortal, what about his daughter? She was so young. How could that be? Yet the girl in the painting was clearly her. The timing simply did not add up.
Song Yili, meanwhile, was worried for Ling Yun. In her eyes, Ling Yun was trying to extort them. The painting was clearly worthless. It probably had not even taken half a year to paint the little one in it, and she had no idea how it had ended up in the hands of that girl in the baseball cap.
The little one hugged Ling Yun's legs and rubbed against them like a piglet. Beibei blinked as she watched. Those people over there had to be bad people. So annoying! In her heart, she was utterly speechless at her handsome uncle...
Hearing this, Master Zhou furrowed his brows. He felt that the young man before him was being far too ungrateful, and displeasure welled up in his heart.
"Kid, come over and apologize. Then give me the painting. I'll give you some money, so take it and leave."
The tall young man looked toward Ling Yun. Since Ling Yun had his back to him, he had not recognized him. He also was not in the habit of looking at children, so he continued, "This entire antique street