Shen Qinglan nodded lightly, "Having troubled you so many times before, consider this a thank you gift."
Shen Junyu felt a pang of jealousy; it turned out his sister didn't come just to give him a gift. He glanced at Yu Bin with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Yu Bin understood the chill in his boss's gaze and felt somewhat awkward. He braced himself and took the hot potato of a gift from his boss's hand, then quickly darted out of the office.
Yu Bin thought he might need to apply for a few days of business travel to escape.
In the office, Shen Junyu had already opened the gift Shen Qinglan gave him. It was a rectangular box, about half a meter long. He opened it, and inside was a painting.
When he unfolded it, Shen Junyu's eyes lit up, "A Leng Qingqiu painting. It's the one that was supposed to be auctioned but was suddenly pulled from the auction."
He looked at Shen Qinglan, "Lanlan, where did you get this painting?"
"It was passed to me by a friend."
