419 Paintings of Continent M History Museum

Still staring at the painting, Old Master Cheng just said “Ah”.

Cheng Juan approached, looked at the painting, and faintly said, “It’s authentic. Dad, quickly put it in your private library.” He calmly raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. “We’re in a hurry and will go back first.”

Old Master Cheng seemed to be in a daze and just nodded.

Cheng Juan glanced at him before leading Qin Ran away.

Cheng Mu also politely greeted Old Master Cheng and Cheng Wenru, but both of them ignored him.

Cheng Juan and the others left.

In about two minutes, Old Master Cheng was the first to react.

Sitting aside with a blank expression, Cheng Wenru paused for a long while before saying, “I want to know too.”

She remembered the big pearl.

“Why does it seem like the Third Young Master…” The manager suddenly thought of something and turned to Old Master Cheng. “He seemed to be well-researched on these things and could tell at a glance?”

“He has studied the restoration of antiques for a period of time,” Cheng Wenru said. “When he was 13 years old, one of my Dad’s ancient pottery horses broke. He took a book and learned a bunch of tools for a while to finally recover it…”

Speaking of this, she couldn’t help but pause.

At the age of 13, Cheng Juan had learned antique restoration for an ancient pottery horse of his father’s…

But after 14 years old, he seemed… nonchalant about the two incomplete antiques of Old Master Cheng, and his behavior became more and more amble and he never stayed in Beijing for long. Let alone Beijing, he didn’t even return much to the Cheng family. He did everything once and then stopped… Otherwise, Cheng Wenru wouldn’t be so worried about him.

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If Qin Ran hadn’t come to Beijing, Cheng Wenru wasn’t sure how long he would stay in Beijing.

“Can I see the ancient horse?” The manager looked at Old Master Cheng.

Qin Ran stared at the words “It’s ceremonial” for a long time.

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She closed the chat page.

Then, she violently played a new game that Qin Ling had never seen before. Her technique was much more rough than usual.

“Sister Ran, your temper has gone up today.” Cheng Juan shook the car keys in his hands and stood behind her looking.

Qin Ran’s face was casual, but her hands playing the game weren’t soft, and she remained silent.

Sitting down and leaning against her, Cheng Juan wrapped his fingers around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulders. He hooked her waist from the side with one hand and softly whispered, “Continue playing, I’ll watch.”

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Qin Ran poked the phone and unhurriedly sent a screen recording to Qin Ling.

**

She was speechless.

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Glancing at Nan Huiyao, she silently pushed another document over.