On the street.
Lu Li sensed that Xiaolin and Wang Yu were still following behind.
But their emotions were almost entirely different from before.
Xiaolin looked very downcast.
Wang Yu's face, on the other hand, was full of smiles.
Lu Li didn't pay much attention and continued chatting casually with Peng Erping, "I didn't know Fan Zeng's paintings and calligraphy were so expensive."
"Of course, the title of a master painter isn't given for nothing." When it came to art, Peng Erping became very talkative, "Some people even call him a contemporary sage, a scholarly titan versed in both Eastern and Western knowledge. Of course, that's just some people's opinion, not everyone thinks that way, and actually, he has some dark history."
Lu Li turned the steering wheel to the left, "To have such a big reputation, he must be truly talented."
