When the painting was still hanging in the Ji family's study, she was still young and her mother was still alive. Once her mother carried her into the study to get something, and her hand touched the painting.
Ji Nuan thought that no matter how much the painting cost, she should buy it and hang it back in the study of the Ji family.
"This painting is indeed one of the ten most valuable in China." Mo Jingshen's flat voice rang and his gaze fell on her face. "You want it?"
Ji Nuan was about to speak when suddenly there was a familiar voice in the distance. She turned her eyes and saw, two rows from their seats, about six or seven meters away, where Rong Yan and Rong Cheng were sitting. Someone got up to go out and passed by them and the sound of their voices reached here.
Ji Nuan's eyes just met Rong Cheng's and the latter's face immediately darkened.
Ji Nuan: "…"
