"Bo Yanqi."
Qi Si suddenly called Bo Yanqi by his full name in an unusually serious tone.
"Hm?" Bo Yanqi looked over in surprise.
Qi Si did not look at Bo Yanqi. He still had his head tilted up toward the sky.
A cottony cloud drifted overhead, and Qi Si's gaze followed it the entire time.
He was a little curious. Where would the wind eventually carry this cloud?
Or would it simply scatter into the wind?
"What do you know about that painting?" Qi Si suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Bo Yanqi.
"Why do you ask?" Bo Yanqi looked calm, as though he was not surprised that Qi Si would ask him such a question.
"You seem to know a lot about Jiang Nansi and that painting."
"Those things are difficult to investigate, but if someone truly wants to look into them, they are not impossible to uncover," Bo Yanqi said.
"True." Qi Si nodded.
Take the people at the auction, for example. Quite a few of them knew the painting's origins.
"But how did you know that I recognized the place depicted in that painting?" Qi Si asked again.
"Why do you say that?" Bo Yanqi countered.
"When I lost control and stood up after seeing that painting, you immediately stood up too. You even covered my eyes and tried to calm me down." Qi Si looked at Bo Yanqi. "Don't tell me it was a coincidence, that you just happened to notice something was wrong with me."
Bo Yanqi frowned slightly. "What if I said it was?"
"I don't believe you," Qi Si said decisively.
He did not believe all of this was really just a coincidence.
"Bo Yanqi, do you believe that explanation yourself? Even the auctioneer on stage thought I lost control