The old man put down his pipe and introduced with a smile: "This is my granddaughter, this is the one I mentioned to you, Mr. Lin Xian."
Her appearance is quite ordinary, but perhaps due to long-term exposure to paintings and calligraphy, she exudes a unique charm that makes people feel very comfortable.
"Hello!"
Lin Xian nodded with a smile and greeted.
Xiao Qi looked at him with great interest and handed over the painting, saying, "You are Mr. Lin Xian, right? Grandpa told me a few days ago you are only eighteen years old, I couldn't believe it!"
The first time she saw this painting, she was immensely shocked.
She couldn't believe it was the work of an eighteen-year-old boy.
Now that she's met the artist herself, she finally believes it.
She couldn't help but marvel inwardly; indeed, the world is not short of geniuses.
