Chapter 421 - An Old Book

Zhang Qingfeng's words immediately attracted everyone's attention to Loong Chen.

When everyone saw Loong Chen holding a worn-out book in his hand, they all had strange expressions on their faces.

Old Master Xiao actually held a worn-out book at his birthday banquet. Even if it wasn't a birthday present, his behavior was obviously disrespectful to Old Master Xiao.

Sure enough, after Old Master Xiao noticed the worn-out book in Loong Chen's hand, his face darkened.

“Yes, this is my gift to grandpa.”

Loong Chen nodded and said. However, when he mentioned the word grandpa, he found it hard to speak.

After all, in terms of age, he could probably be Old Master Xiao's ancestor.

Loong Chen called Old Master Xiao ‘grandfather', but he didn't know if Old Master Xiao would shorten his lifespan.

“This is really a gift for grandpa? You didn't buy this old book from a stall, did you?”

“Loong Yang, even if you don't have the money to buy a gift, you can't just buy this old book. Isn't this deliberately embarrassing grandpa at the birthday banquet?”

Zhang Qingfeng pretended to be heartbroken, as if he was really embarrassed for Old Master Xiao.

Old Master Xiao, who sat at the head of the table, looked at him coldly and did not say a word.

Loong Chen's eyes lit up. He had been tolerating it, but what he got in return was Zhang Qingfeng taking an inch for an inch.

This made him very unhappy.

Therefore, he decided not to hold back anymore!

“I'm not like someone who can't even tell the authenticity of Tang Bohu's painting and treats that fake as a treasure.”

Loong Chen said coldly.

When he said this, the surrounding guests all had strange looks on their faces.

They thought in their hearts, had Loong Yang become flustered and exasperated? He actually dared to say such foolish words.

How could Zhang Qingfeng possibly take out a counterfeit?

Different from the reaction of the guests, when Zhang Qingfeng heard Loong Chen's words, his expression changed at first, and then he glared at Loong Chen.

“Don't talk nonsense. This is the real Rain Bamboo Picture that Tang Bohu has!”

Zhang Qingfeng said angrily.

In fact, if this was the real one, Zhang Qingfeng would not be so angry. It was because he knew this painting was a fake that he was so angry when he was nervous.

Or rather, he was not angry. He was using his anger to cover up his nervousness.