Two deep footprints at the door.
Lu Xiaofeng squatted down with a serious expression and took a closer look. The man's skills were so profound that he had never seen anything like it before.
What puzzled him even more was the old man's reaction.
what is that?
He looked back at the portrait of the woman on the table and asked a strange question. He didn't ask 'who is that' or 'what person is that', but rather 'what is that'. Could it be that his painting skills were so bad?
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