"What?"
The shocking words left everyone stunned as they all turned toward the source of the voice—Ye Chenfeng.
Even Ji Qiushui was taken aback. She was very shocked as to why Ye Chenfeng would say such a thing, as this was clearly the work of Master Tony; how could it be a fake?
Facing the puzzled looks of the four people, Ye Chenfeng's expression remained unchanged.
He wasn't just speaking carelessly; he had seen Adolf paint this piece.
Although Tony was quite talented, able to impress art connoisseurs like Ji Xiaofeng and Ding Wenjun, indeed his skill was superior.
However, Ye Chenfeng could tell at a glance that this was Tony's imitation of Adolf's work, with the difference being obvious—it had the form but lacked the spirit.
Earlier, he had heard that Adolf had taken Tony as an apprentice. Now it seemed that the apprentice had simply imitated the master's work.
Since it was an imitation, calling it a fake wasn't an exaggeration for Ye Chenfeng.
