"It just so happens that the living room is lacking the air of a scholar. This piece of calligraphy is suitable for hanging on the wall."
Michael looked at the layout of the living room and said.
Hogward was shocked again. "Are you kidding me? You should keep such a treasure well. How can it be hung in the living room?"
What if there was even the slightest bit of damage? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
Looking at Michael's calm expression, he felt that he was just a young man. He was shocked and lost his composure.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting for us to treat you to dinner?"
Michael looked at Hogward and spoke without any politeness.
Hogward's expression changed.
"Let's go!"
He glanced at the middle-aged man and left quickly.
Although he still could not figure out the identity of the young man in front of him, he was sure that the young man was definitely not someone he could offend.