The Two Tigers Fought

Zeng Zimo said as he carefully sized her up. He was also very shocked in his heart. She looked like her. The more he looked at her, the more she looked like Zhao Xi. Her nose, eyebrows, and demeanor were all very similar.

Zhao Xi looked at the painting in a daze. The painting had disappeared and changed to a new one. She was still looking up and finally came out again. She saw the price on it, starting at ten million.

"Xi, do you like this painting?"

She nodded, "I like it. I really like it very much. "

How could she not like her mother?

She really did not expect to see her mother's portrait here. The portrait was well preserved. Although it was a little old and lost color, her mother's golden age and elegance did not diminish at all.