Feng Mian swore she had never told her password to anyone. How did Zhang Liang manage to know what her password was? Now that she thought about it, he did unlock her phone without asking for the password.
Zhang Liang pretended he didn't hear any of Feng Mian's words as he walked to Zhang Yi. "Are you satisfied, Father?"
"No," Zhang Yi responded. "I want her work to be shown and brag to my friends that I have a great artist as my daughter in law!"
"…" you just want to brag?
Hearing that, Zhang Liang resisted the urge to face palm. He had to admit that his father seemed to pick up some unusual hobby now that he didn't need to work anymore. He pointed to the door. "Let's talk in the family room after you have finished admiring the paintings, Father."
Zhang Yi shot a glare to Zhang Liang. He turned his head to look at Feng Mian. "Mian'er, do you mind if I take one of the paintings when you have gotten your first commission?"
Feng Mian blinked her eyes. "Which one, Father?"
