Aaron Jennings wasn't foolish; at this point, how could he still ask him to produce other evidence?
He was indeed Mr. Castle.
In front of Mr. Castle, he appeared so insignificant, as if he were crushed underfoot, never able to shine.
Everyone was waiting for his answer; at this moment, the tide had already turned.
That painting had completely captured everyone's hearts.
If Mr. Castle said the painting of the baby girl in candlelight was his, it would only indicate that Aaron Jennings indeed plagiarized.
"Brother, say something."
"As long as you say you are the original author, we will still believe you."
A few young girls even cried: "Brother, did you really plagiarize Mr. Castle? How could this happen?"
Aaron Jennings almost immediately shook his head: "No, I didn't."
Vincent Ford was unwilling to linger here; with one hand behind his back, he said, "Since I've already proven my identity, please come with me to my art exhibition to see the original work."
