By the time Jiang Hao got home, it was already afternoon.

When Old Master Feng saw Jiang Hao come in carrying a brocade box containing a painting, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Haozi, is that box in your hand holding a painting or calligraphy?"

Old Master Feng was obsessed with antiques, and of all antiques, he was most fanatical about paintings and calligraphy.

Jiang Hao nodded. "Yes. I just bought it in the antique market."