Rolling the painting back up and putting it back in the box carefully, Su Qingqing watched Huo Sining's cautious movements and couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you being so careful with just two fake paintings? Just throw them away, they're nothing but two pieces of waste paper, not worth anything."
Huo Sining's forehead broke out with black lines, and she glanced up at Su Qingqing, her face unperturbed as she said, "I got a wrong estimate, keeping them as a reminder, always reminding me of this lesson."
Su Qingqing, hearing Huo Sining's words, felt there was some truth in them, so she nodded and said, "Then you should keep them."
Huo Sining found it amusing, especially when she thought about the origins of this painting, leaving her unsure of how to express her feelings.
That day, the vendor put in a lot of effort to sell those two paintings without any signature.
