"Why not bring it up? If we don't clarify things, won't my mother bear the stigma of being a thief even after her death?" Nie Xiuwei was visibly agitated!
Leng Qiankai hurriedly raised his hands in protest: "Xiao Nie! Please listen to me, okay? Don't get so worked up. No one ever said your mother was a painting thief!
This happened decades ago, and now your mother has passed away. Let's treat it as if it never happened!
Back then, after I lost the painting, I didn't expect to ever see it again in this lifetime! I'm already very satisfied now!
Thank you for parting with this painting and gifting it to me. I'm truly moved!"
Nie Xiuwei lightly sipped his tea, seeming to calm down a little.
"Yesterday, while going through my mother's belongings, I found a diary!"
Leng Qiankai looked at the intrigued expression on Nie Xiuwei's face with curiosity: "A diary?"
