Beijing, Fairview Lane.
Tang Ying was standing in front of a big desk, looking at an unfolded landscape painting with a shocked expression. Beside her, Mu Wanying was showing a shallow smile, “At first, I didn’t have much hope for this Tang Xiu. The reason he agreed to the contest was that he didn’t want to comply with that bastard’s request. Who would have thought that Tang Xiu would be even more skillful, turning my misfortune into a blessing, getting me such a peerless painting with no cost at all.”
With envy, Tang Ying exclaimed in admiration, “Amongst the many masterpieces and peerless ancient paintings I have seen and admired, none of them can be compared with this painting. If I have the chance, I must ask him to paint one for me too.”
Mu Wanying laughed lightly, “He said he wouldn’t paint that easily, and even though I think his painting technique is godly, he’s really not that enthusiastic about painting.”
