The crowd was growing, more and more people craned their necks, carefully scrutinizing the texture of the paper. Someone even produced a magnifying glass from somewhere, studying it intently.
Chen Shiqing's face turned increasingly grim, her hands hung at her sides, clenched tightly, a trace of awkwardness in her demeanor.
Qiao Mo, however, paid her no mind and spoke again: "Thirdly, looking at the frame, the style is brand new, bearing C's logo. In truth, if it were an authentic masterpiece, the frame wouldn't be easily replaced. After all, factors like light, temperature, air, and dust would all affect the painting to some extent."
"Based on these three points, I would say this painting is not the original Miss Chen claimed it to be." Qiao Mo turned to Chen Shiqing, flashing a faint smile.
As Qiao Mo finished speaking, applause erupted from the crowd, led by someone unknown.
