"Sorry, Ms. Qin, we are here to trouble you again," he interjected quickly before Old Madam Bai could say anything more.
"It's alright," Qin Xiangnuan also sat down, gesturing to the chair on one side, "Please have a seat, Mr. Bai."
"Thank you," Bai Xingqi exhaled in relief, thankfully there's no anger.
"Do you have something on your mind?" Qin Xiangnuan asked knowingly while pouring tea for everyone, as that's the basic courtesy for guests.
"Sigh..." Bai Xingqi sighed softly, "I have to apologize again. I won't beat around the bush. This matter was mishandled by our Bai Family. To win the competition, we 'borrowed' that Qingming River Painting, which my niece acquired, claiming she bought it from someone who is no longer alive. So, we..."
Qin Xiangnuan's face darkened. The nerve, are they cursing her death?
