Father ye was still unhappy. His impression of him dropped from 100 to 30. He was a good man, but he had suddenly become a scheming man.
Ye Xingkong secretly gave Lu yubai a look, but she saw that Lu yubai was not anxious and was still calm.
"Urgh!!"
It was really ...
She looked at father ye and smiled."Dad, that Lu yubai brought you a gift. Do you want to take a look?"
Father ye was uninterested. He only looked at Lu yubai coldly. He had to get someone to investigate this kid. He couldn't let him lie to his daughter.
Ye Xingxing had already walked over and presented father ye with a modern oil painting that they had bought.""Look, what do you think of this painting?"
As he spoke, he unfolded the painting.
Father ye's eyes lit up when he saw the painting, but he didn't show any joy on his face. "Isn't this an ink wash painting by an artist that's been quite popular recently?"
"Uncle knows a lot about paintings," Lu yubai added.
"It's alright. "