Hanks stopped for a moment under the sign of Gu's Calligraphy and Painting Shop.
The walls of the courtyard had already started to weather and become mottled. Looking inside through the glass doors and windows, at first glance, the decor still seemed somewhat decent.
But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be merely ordinary, akin to the level of a street-side café.
A small doorway, a small household, a small gallery, nothing less, nothing more.
"Hmm, it should be pretty much like this."
As he pushed open the shop door, Hanks pouted.
He was curious to see the depths of the family capable of nurturing someone like Gu Weijing, so he stepped into the shop without rushing to explain his intentions to the owner. Instead, he wandered around like a regular customer.
The shop was not very large to begin with.
About two hundred square meters in size, it was divided into different style sections by two or three white exhibition walls.
