"Well, we should carefully mount it and hang it in the bedroom for worship," Han Yingying nodded with lingering fear, then swallowed nervously and suggested earnestly.
If she damaged it even slightly, she would be a criminal!
Shen Mosheng couldn't help but laugh at her as if she was facing a formidable enemy, he patted her head and said in a gentle voice, "Yingying, relax, it's just a painting after all."
"If it were an ordinary painting it would be one thing, but this is an antique. Smell it, it reeks of money."
Shen Mosheng actually took a sniff, and said with a hint of regret, "I can only smell the scent of the paper."
"Good, we should treasure this. Who knows, if one day we can't afford to eat, we could still sell it for money."
Han Yingying carefully rolled up the painting, tied it gently with a satin ribbon, and handed it over to Shen Mosheng with both hands, not forgetting to remind him.
"It's an antique; be careful with it."
