"Then let's talk about why you said you've seen that little girl's smile before?"
Ning An directly and bluntly interrupted him, while Lin Yanke also had her hand on her waist, ready to use the Thunder Talisman at the slightest hint of trouble.
His state was clearly off; who would dare to let him continue speaking!
Xiaohu's gaze instantly cleared after being interrupted. Looking at the vigilant crowd behind him, he trembled and said, "You've seen it, right? It's that painting, it must be up to mischief!"
The crowd was noncommittal, saying nothing, just silently watching him.
He also understood that something wasn't right with himself. Gritting his teeth in determination, he was the first to walk up the stairs to the second floor, quickly heading in one direction, suddenly exclaiming, "Where's the studio? That room where we stored our ancestors' portraits?!"
"Are you certain there was a room before?" Ning An countered.
"Yes, absolutely yes!"
