Chapter 258 How Much He Loves His Daughter

Watson couldn't believe his ears after hearing the explanation of the high copy by Basile.

If he hadn't heard it from Basile, he wouldn't have believed it if someone else had mentioned it to Watson.

How is that possible? How could this humble and submissive man be so talented?

Hearing this, Watson had to sit back in front of Basile with curiosity.

He wanted to hear him tell him what kind of super ability was it that he could copy the real work of the master, Summer, the Sleeping Lotus?

Seeing Watson sitting down, Basile no longer rushed back to the police station. Instead, he told Watson with interest about his painting experience.

"Mr. Watson, my family was very poor when I was a child. Moreover, I lost my parents when I was a child. No one wants to play with me, I was lonely."

"My grandmother is a hard-working woman. She raised me. In my long and lonely childhood, painting has become my only pleasure."