Qiao Xin couldn’t help but feel nervous. Her gaze fell on Qiao Yu’s face and she saw that he was staring at Qiao Nian.
Qiao Xin frowned slightly and called out softly, "Brother?"
When Qiao Yu heard Qiao Xin’s voice, he lowered his gaze slightly. "What’s wrong?"
Qiao Xin asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Whose painting do you think is real?"
"Qiao Nian," Qiao Yu said without hesitation.
When Qiao Xin heard Qiao Yu’s words, her breathing hitched. She saw that her brother spoke firmly, without any hesitation. It was as if her brother also knew the origin of this painting.
Qiao Xin’s uneasiness grew.
After a long while, Qiao Xin asked, "Brother, do you trust her that much?"
Qiao Yu didn’t speak. Instead, he looked away, his gaze falling on the stone wall painting on the stage.
This was not a matter of whether she believed him or not.
Moreover, this painting was in Qiao Nian’s hands to begin with. It could only belong to Qiao Nian.
At this moment, the organizer’s staff brought Qiao Nian’s stone painting onto the stage.
Most of the people present had already determined that Qiao Nian’s painting was a fake, so they couldn’t be bothered to look at it.
However, when they inadvertently looked over, they were instantly stunned.
If Qiao Nian’s painting was a fake, it would definitely be the most authentic fake in history.
Every detail in this painting was like a perfect copy and paste.
It seemed that if one wasn’t a veteran appraiser, one wouldn’t be able to tell which painting was the real deal.
"I really didn’t expect fake goods to be so realistic."
"I think I’m going blind. Miss Song’s painting looks like the real deal, and so does Miss Qiao’s!"
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