The project manager quickly pulled out his phone, found an image of a piece of art, and handed it to the man. "It’s by a renowned painter in Yun City named 'An Xin'."
"An Xin?" Fu Jingzhou’s brow furrowed slightly. "Why does that name sound so familiar?"
After pondering for a long time, he suddenly remembered the morning he had bumped into Song Hanjiang, and how he seemed to have seen that name on a television screen.
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