ago.He pondered for a moment before taking out a crimson-starred, gold-edged notebook. Ye Fan uncertainly said: “I don’t have my ID, but will this work”Li Sen trembled as he took it, and at the sight...Remember 【Top Quality】, providing you with uncensored reading and downloads of "Hot Aunty"! Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate.

"Xiaoli, what are you doing here!" The voice was low and powerful, startling Xiaoli.

When Xiao Li turned around, she saw the chairman. Her face immediately paled, and she stammered in alarm, “Oh, no…nothing…”

"When Xiao Li got here, she suddenly realized and changed her words: "Oh, no, I was selling a painting to Mr. Fan just now. Mr. Fan liked this 'Mona Lisa's Smile', and we have already finished the transaction. I'll pack it up for him right away."

Just now, when Ye Fan showed his ID, he said his surname was Fan and his given name was Ye. Naturally, Xiaoli called him Mr. Fan. Now that he's been caught by the chairman, Xiaoli feels like someone has caught her tail.

Ye Fan looked at the old man in front of him. Judging from Xiao Li's address and attitude towards him, he should be the president of this Calligraphy and Painting Association. Ye Fan had already collected his information and knew his name was Mo Zihan.

As for Mo Zihan, he seems to be a fairy with an ethereal air and a righteous appearance. He gives off the feeling of a kind and benevolent grandfather.

But Lao Fang said there would be clues to the Ye-killing Organization here. Could it be this Mo Zihan Could he be related to the Ye-killing Organization

Seeing Xiao Li's flustered movements, Lao Mo let out a heavy hum. Lao Mo had never had a good feeling about this Xiao Li.

Mo Lao took the shopping receipt from Xiaoli's hand and saw the name "Fan Ye." He casually looked up at Ye Fan.

Mr. Fan, have we met before For some reason, Lao Mo always felt that the young man in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, you're joking. This is my first time here, how could I have met him before"

"Oh," Mo Lao merely said faintly, looking at the artwork Ye Fan was holding. Suddenly, he said, "Young Master Fan has good taste. Although this painting is by a newcomer, it already captures some of its essence. It must have considerable collection value! It seems that Young Master Fan has discerning eyes and should be an expert in this field as well"

Ye Fan smiled and said, "I was just fooling around. I randomly picked this one. I don't know anything about paintings! I should learn more from Old Mo!"

"It is indeed! It is indeed! Young Friend Fan, surely you remember often visiting my humble abode and engaging in discussions together" over a hundred meters of rope now, but Fatty still showed no signs of stopping. His arms began to ache. Could this be bottomlessHe was unsure, and the fat man who was falling in mid-air was even more...