Master Lin's face, already a grim one, darkened further. Yet, his voice remained soft and persuasive.,Behind Liu the steward, another manager was the first to speculate: "Could these coins found in his house be from selling the Spring River Picture of Tuin to the black market or pawnshop",He slowly touched his chin, let out a long sigh, and then muttered to himself, "I can't hide it anymore..."。