Chapter 23: Did Qiao Yun Do It on Purpose?

Li Hanzhou, holding a rag and rolling up his sleeves, was wiping down the bookshelves with an indifferent expression on his face, while his mind was filled with confusion.

The shelves were laden with antiques, porcelain, and jade artifacts that were haphazardly placed, and seemed to have been thrown there casually.

Approaching, he picked up an ancient-looking book and flipped through it; it was an out-of-print calligraphy copybook that he had wanted to buy for his grandfather but had never found.

There were also Ming Dynasty antiques, flawless jade items, and masterpieces of calligraphy and painting, each one remarkable, worth several hundred million if turned into cash.

Unfortunately, they were all fake.

If they were real, only an idiot would display them so openly on a bookshelf, and in such a careless manner that they lacked even the most basic maintenance.

As he was thinking, the sound of a door opening with a click interrupted his thoughts.