Chiang Xiao was taken aback.
"Are you saying she repainted that painting herself?"
"Yes." Liu Guoying stood up, walked over to the shelf, and pulled out a rolled-up painting. "Here it is, take a look."
Chiang Xiao took it, unrolled it, and indeed saw a painting similar to the one she saw last time at the art institute.
However, at first glance, it looks almost the same.
In fact, she could immediately spot the problems.
Simply put, that one was the original, and this one was the attempt of an unskilled artist trying to copy it.
The feeling was very strong.
She couldn't believe Liu Guoying wouldn't notice it.
Chiang Xiao glanced at Liu Guoying.
