The calligraphy and painting are real

Han mingmei gave manager Fu Ruixiang a look, then sat opposite Lin Hanxing.

The person-in-charge glared at Lin Hanxing and angrily went to call the prominent forensic experts in Jiang city.

In Fu Rui Xiang, no one spoke again.

Lin Hanxing and the old man in the Chinese tunic suit continued drinking their tea.

Occasionally, they would chat.

There was no fear in his tone, as if the bet between the two sides was not worth one billion.

No one greeted Su Ling 'er, so Su Ling' er quietly sat beside han mingmei.

Han mingmei didn't have time to respond to her.

He only fixed his gaze on Lin Hanxing's face.

Did Lei Xiao spoil her like this?

Let her do whatever she wanted?

Her gaze fell on that delicate little face, and she couldn't describe what she was feeling in her heart!

Was she really that calm?

Lin Hanxing naturally knew that han mingmei was looking at him.

But he didn't care about her scrutinizing gaze.