"Mr. Chen is so noble and upright. In comparison, Tang Fan's character is scumbag!"

"Who says it's not the case? I thought Tang Fan was capable, but I didn't expect...it really embarrasses me, Jiangbei!"

"The upper class in Jiangbei needs a high-end person like Mr. Chen. Tang Fan is not worthy!"

Chen Yang's persuasion actually aroused "public anger", and there was even more criticism of Tang Fan in the venue.

Even those who had remained neutral before were now full of contempt for him.

Mo Yan stood up nervously, her face full of anxiety.

"Don't worry, don't you still trust your man?"

Ye Mei smiled calmly and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

"Are you done?"

Tang Fan suddenly spoke, and the scene immediately fell silent.

"I said it is fake, it is fake, open your eyes and take a good look... what is this!"

Tang Fan picked up the ancient painting and tore it into two pieces from the end of the painting.

A sound of "stab" resounded throughout the audience.

"Tang Fan, you are crazy!"

Chen Yang's expression changed drastically, and it was already too late to stop him.

"Tang Fan, this is an heirloom of the Chen family. You...you have gone too far. You...you must give me an explanation for this!"

Chen Yang felt sorry that the painting was true, but he was more happy inside. Tang Fan was so impulsive, which gave him the opportunity to add insult to injury.

"You want to explain, right? Very good, look... what is written here!"

Tang Fan uncovered the seal at the end of the painting, revealing a line of small words inside the interlayer: Miao Chunzi, a native of the Song Dynasty, this painting was painted on my sixtieth birthday. I hope it will be remembered forever and be appreciated by future generations!

"What...this is impossible!"
Chapter completed!