A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Huo Yan said firmly, "I can confirm that this painting is a copy. Ji Wuwei, you have to believe me, your grandfather and uncle were probably cheated by the art dealer who bought the painting."

Ji Wuwei hesitated and asked, "How do you know this painting is fake?"

"Because... I have seen the original, the brushstrokes are different, and there is an extra seal at the signature." Huo Yan said firmly.

"There's an extra seal? Is this it?" Ji Wuwei asked.

Huo Yan nodded, "Yes, the original painting doesn't have this seal, so this painting is fake."

Ji Wuwei still didn't want to believe it, "How is it possible? This is the master my grandfather and uncle are looking for."

"They must be looking for the original artist, right?" Huo Yan continued.

Ji Wuwei ignited hope, "Yes, yes, we should find the original artist. Huo Yan, do you know who painted this picture?"

"I really don't know."

Huo Yan was only fifteen years old when she copied this painting. It was a hobby at the time, and she copied countless paintings she liked. She didn't know who painted the original paintings.

Ji Wuwei was silent for a moment, then laughed, "Huo Yan, you did tell me some very useful information. I'm going to my grandfather's house now and tell him not to treasure this painting anymore. Huo Yan, see you tomorrow."

Ji Wuwei left in a cool manner. Huo Yan looked at Ji Wuwei's back, puzzled.

How did the drawing she copied end up in the hands of Ji Wuwei's grandfather?

Huo Yan thought for a while, put aside all distractions, and immersed herself in her painting.

Huo Yan left the Tang Palace and went to the hospital after dark.

When she arrived at the hospital, Ji Wuwei was talking to her mother.

"Yan Yan, you're back." The mother immediately walked towards Huo Yan, "Your classmates are here."

Huo Yan couldn't be happy, "Ji Wuwei, why did you come to the hospital?"

Ji Wuwei quickly stood up and said, "My grandfather wants to invite you to visit him. It's about that painting."

Huo Yan subconsciously asked back, "Is your grandpa very angry and thinks I'm talking nonsense?"

Ji Wuwei quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, he believes it, that's why he invited you to his home."

Huo Yan refused, "I don't have time. How about I wait until I finish the paintings on the third floor of the Tang Palace, then I'll go."

Ji Wuwei complained, "Huo Yan, you said it's such a big deal, how could my grandfather wait that long? Just go for a while, it will be over in a few words."

Huo Yan was surprised, "You want me to go now?"

"Yes, right now. Grandpa specially sent a car to pick you up." Ji Wuwei said with a smile.

Huo Yan frowned, "Is it so urgent?"

Ji Wuwei tried to persuade her again: "Huo Yan, I know you are scared, so I came to the hospital first and told my aunt about this. I hope she can go with you."

Huo Yan immediately looked at his mother.

The mother persuaded her, "Yan Yan, your classmate also helped you, now you can help him, you shouldn't refuse."

Huo Yan lowered his head and said, "Okay, I'll go then. Mom, you don't have to bother with me. I'll be back soon."

Ji Wuwei was very happy and repeatedly assured Huo Yan's mother: "Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely bring Huo Yan back safely."

"Don't worry, I believe you are a good child."

Chi's mother could see that Ji Wuwei liked his daughter. She thought that if she wanted to save her son from prison and turn the Huo family around, the only shortcut was to have her daughter marry into a wealthy family.

As for Ji Wuwei, the son of the boss behind the Tang Palace, there is no need to mention the financial resources of the Ji family.