Nan Song's blood-stained eyes stung Mr. Yu's heart.

Third Master Yu touched his second brother, took a step forward, and said with an apologetic smile: "Xiao Song, don't be angry, we have no intention of morally kidnapping you. We just hope you can consider A Jin's will."

"I don't think about it."

Nan Song remained expressionless throughout, "I'm not his wife, and I don't have the right."

"Butler, see the guests off."

Not wanting to say another word, she walked upstairs.

The second master Yu and the third master Yu were in disgrace. Not only did they fail to achieve the purpose of their trip, but they also offended others. Their faces turned ashen.

Yu Zeyu wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, "Second uncle, your words are too unpleasant. No wonder Sister Nan is angry. You are asking for help, but your attitude is so arrogant. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

Second Master Yu, "I..."

"That's right. Dad, Sister Nan has never owed us anything. My eldest brother left so many things to Sister Nan in his will, but she never asked for it. Is it because you are so anxious and pale-faced that you are afraid that she will want to do it?"

Yu Jiahang also defended Nan Song and accused his father, "Now it's you who are begging Sister Nan to ask for Sister Nan, how embarrassing it is."

Mr. Yu: Do you blame me?

"Okay, please stop saying a few words, it will make us feel better."

Third Master Yu glanced at them, and he felt uncomfortable thinking of Nan Song's obviously thin figure and tired face just now.

She is just a child in her twenties, are they pushing her too hard?

"Let's go back first."

Second Master Yu frowned, "Go back now? But they haven't agreed yet!"

Mr. Yu San said: "With the few of us, even if we beg here for three days and three nights, it will be useless. We should go back and think of a solution."

The four people walked away in dismay.

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Nan Song returned to the room, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured a glass, raised his head and drank most of the glass.

There was a knock on the door, and she walked over and opened the locked door.

"grandfather."

Nan Sancai came in with a pipe in his mouth, and the tangy smell of tobacco made Nan Song sober up a lot.

The grandfather and grandson, one smokes and the other drinks, both illustrate the depressed mood.

"Pour me a glass, and the old man will drink with you."

Nan Sancai put out his pipe and put it away.

Nan Song poured half a cup for Nan Sancai. When he saw the old man picking up the goblet and taking a sip, he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Grandpa, red wine is not as high in alcohol content as white wine, but it has great stamina. Please drink it slowly."

"I know, I know." Nan Sancai took a sip.

Nan Song looked at the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" brought in by Nan Sancai. He paused for a moment, opened it, and looked at the vivid and prosperous scene of Bianjing on it, as if he were on the scene.

"The imitation of this painting is really good."

She rubbed the specially aged paper carefully, adding a layer of fine light to her eyes.

"Is good."

Nan Sancai took another sip of red wine and said, "Can you imagine that this painting was painted by a ten-year-old child?"

"What?!"

Nan Song suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, "Only ten years old?"

An expert could tell that this painting was a good imitation, but the author's writing style was childish. She could tell and guessed that it was probably the work of a child, but she didn't expect...it was only ten years old!

She was so shocked that she was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Wen told you the author of this painting?"

"Um."

Nan Sancai said: "I really couldn't help it, and I pressed the old boy for a long time. At first, he hesitated and refused to say anything. Then I said that he wouldn't go back if he didn't tell me how many people came to invite me.

He was willing to say it."

Nan Song lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "This painting must have been painted for some years. The author was ten years old at the time, so he should be quite young now."

"It's not too small."
Chapter completed!