"Heh." She chuckled softly, her expression showing no emotion.

Ji Zhinan didn't say anything. His slender fingers fell on the keyboard of the laptop. He pressed a few keys with his fingertips and then pressed Enter.

The screen returns to the menu page.

Ji Zhinan went downstairs carrying the computer.

Ji Pengfei and his family of three were waiting for an explanation. Ji Zhinan put his notebook on the coffee table, knelt on one knee on the ground, and tapped on the keyboard with his ten fingers.

A page popped up and she turned the computer so the screen was facing them.

"This was an art exhibition held a week ago in the capital."

Mrs. Ji didn't understand what Ji Zhinan meant, and said in a rather bad tone: "Why are you showing this to us? Are you trying to change the subject?"

Ji Zhinan clicked the mouse a few times, and detailed pictures of the exhibits appeared behind him.

"This one, 'Sea of Stars,' and the next one, 'Jasmine,' are both my works. Someone contacted me a while ago and said he really liked both of my works and saw a promising future, so he hoped I could sell them to him for five million."

There is an introduction below the painting, and there is indeed a label above it, author: Zhinan.

Zhinan, Ji Zhinan.

So, this is the explanation of why Ji Zhinan has the money to buy such an expensive bag and where the money comes from.

The money he earned from selling his paintings.

Everyone in the Ji family knows that Ji Zhinan is very talented in painting. She has loved painting since she was a child. No matter how terrible Ji Zhixia's paintings are, they will look beautiful after she modifies them.

Ji Zhinan has been a quiet little beauty since she was young, and she often stays in her room painting all day.

So everyone had no doubt that Ji Zhinan made money by selling paintings.

Looking at the two pictures on the computer, the familiar style of painting flashed before his eyes. Mr. Ji was stunned and looked at Ji Zhinan in disbelief.

It turned out to be her daughter, with the same painting style, habits, and things she liked to paint, almost exactly the same.

A feeling of bitterness welled up in her heart. Nan Nan was really becoming more and more like her.

Ji Zhinan shrugged his narrow shoulders: "Is this an explanation?"

"This..." Ji Pengfei and his family of three were speechless.

Ji Zhinan makes money with his own ability and buys bags with his own ability. What can they say?

You say Ji Zhinan stole money? He can earn it himself, why would he steal?

“Impossible… Impossible…”

Ji Zhixia didn't want to believe it, but her rebuttal was weak.

She subconsciously believed that Ji Zhinan had the ability to make money.

So Cao Nana was wrong, Ji Zhinan didn't steal the money at all.

Ji Pengfei felt extremely embarrassed and turned around to glare at Mrs. Ji and her daughter.

It's extremely stupid to make such a fuss without any evidence!

The mother and daughter shrank their necks guiltily, not daring to meet Ji Pengfei's cold eyes.

How could they know that Ji Zhinan could make money on his own? They really thought that Ji Zhinan was dishonest...

Ji Zhinan felt someone was staring at her. She turned around and saw Old Man Ji with red eyes, staring at her blankly.

Ji Zhinan was stunned and met the old man's eyes.

Fortunately, the old man reacted in time and immediately withdrew his gaze from Ji Zhinan. He coughed and said.

"See? Nannan makes his own money, so he can buy whatever he wants. What do you mean by stealing? That's such a harsh word!"

"Haha...haha..." Madam Ji laughed awkwardly, "So it was all a misunderstanding. What a fool you are! You bought it with your own money, why don't you just tell me directly? Will I misunderstand you if I know?"