The art studio on the fourth floor.
Jiang Tong lifted her dress and slowly walked into the house.
Tang Lilan was already inside waiting for her. Seeing her come in, he put down the painting brush in his hand.
"Tongtong, you're here."
He smiled gently, lightly adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on his face.
Jiang Tong found a spot on the sofa and sat, resting her face on one hand, her almond eyes blinking innocently.
"Uncle, what do you need from me?"
In fact, she already had a hunch in her heart, suspecting her forgery might have been discovered.
Sure enough, Tang Lilan sighed helplessly and pointed to the painting on the wall.
Jiang Tong hadn't noticed it when she came in. Following his finger, she finally saw the "Lotus Birth Painting" hanging there.
She suddenly coughed, her face turning red with embarrassment.
"You little devil, I was wondering why a bunch of people were messaging me the other day, saying how beautiful this painting was, how meaningful.
