Fu Linshan was very satisfied with the way she seemed to cherish the mobile phone she gave her, and said compassionately: "Do you know the Ruffini auction house?"

What did he do when he suddenly mentioned this? Nan An was puzzled, but he still answered truthfully.

"Ruffini's auction house is one of the few in Rongcheng, only serving a few people in high society, and is trusted by customers for its low-key mystery and unconditional protection of customer privacy, with branches all over the world, headquartered in Zurich. ”

Nan'an can know this because her grandfather, who has been dead for many years, and her grandfather, Mr. Wen, is very fond of collecting all kinds of expensive cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings.

When she was a child, she was raised under the knees of Old Man Wen, so she knew a little about it.

Fu Linshan's deep sea-like black eyes had a hint of appreciation, and he took out a beautiful gilded booklet with the words "Auction Catalog" written on the cover and handed it to her.

"Look at the contents inside, is there anything familiar?"

He has something to say.

Nan'an took it suspiciously, opened it and took a closer look, she didn't see anything famous in the first few pages, either gems or abstract paintings, there are few antique calligraphy and paintings, and some are close to modern things, the oldest is a bronze gilt cloisonné enamel entwined branch lotus pattern in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty.

Until a landscape painting of Han Yu extinct in the Tang Dynasty appeared in her sight.

Nan'an's face changed, gritted his teeth, quickly flipped through the rest of the collection, and looked at Fu Linshan angrily, "What's going on, how can the auction house have my grandfather's relics?"

Fu Linshan squinted at her, and his tone was slightly mocking, "Your things, you ask me?"

Nan'an came back to his senses and realized that he had angered others, "I'm sorry, I'm dizzy, I shouldn't be angry with you." ”

As she spoke, she picked up the phone he had just given her to dial.

"Call Nan Zhenhai?" Fu Linshan seemed to have expected it.

"Hmm. Nan An responded, and the more expensive antique calligraphy and paintings in the auction catalog were all dowries left by her grandfather to her mother, and they were all stored in the safe of the bank before.

Mom is gone, but these antique calligraphy and paintings have appeared in the auction house, except for Nan Zhenhai, she can't think of anyone else related to this matter.

The phone rang for the third time before it was picked up by Nam Jinhae.

"It's me!" Without waiting for Nan Zhenhai to ask, Nan An directly explained his intentions, "Nan Zhenhai, why are you auctioning my mother's relics!"

Nan Zhenhai still wanted to make some kind of harassing call, but when he heard that it was Nan An, he remembered the snub he suffered in the Fu family last time, and because she didn't respect him as an elder at all in her tone, she showed her original face.

"Just because I'm your dad!"

He hid even Zhang Linlan's auction of Wen Li's things, and didn't tell anyone, how did Nan'an know?

"So what, that's my mother's thing, not yours. Nan'an argued.

Her defense was too pale, and Nan Zhenhai blocked her with a word.

"Your mother's thing is my thing, it's the joint property of our husband and wife, I don't have the right, don't you have the right!"

He said angrily: "I said can you let me worry one day, it's not enough for your mother to die, you still want to be angry with me!"

Nan'an's pupils fluttered, and his already plain face was almost transparent.

Nan Zhenhai's words are too ruthless, where is there any father-daughter warmth? It's like taking a knife and poking Nan'an's heart again.

Murder is nothing more than that!

Fu Linshan didn't know what Nan'an heard, and seeing her expression become like this, a storm brewed in the demonic eyes.