Grandpa Chu's study was immense. The room, well over a hundred square meters, was filled to the brim with all sorts of antiques—famous works of calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, jade, and more. It was a dazzling and overwhelming feast for the eyes.
Seeing Lin Xiao's apparent interest, the old man chuckled. "If you like anything, just take it!"
Lin Xiao smiled. "It's all just junk. I'm not really interested."
At these words, Grandpa Chu burst into hearty laughter. In the entire country, probably only Lin Xiao would dare to say such a thing. One had to understand that Grandpa Chu was an avid collector. While he wouldn't dare claim the collection in this room was worth ten billion, it was certainly worth several billion. Yet, to Lin Xiao, it was all just junk.
