mo nanchong looked up at everyone in the audience. she did not say anything, but the lipstick in her hand was still moving.
lin jue and the others did not say anything and just quietly watched mo nan chong finish the painting.
not long after, the painting looked more and more similar to the one on mo nan chong's back. after a while, the painting was done. it was perfect. it was exactly the same as the one on mo nan chong's clothes. there was nothing different.
"how is this possible ..."
"it's exactly the same!"
"can anyone tell the difference? i'll admit that you're ruthless if you see that you're different, but now you've slapped yourself in the face, right? bought it? buy a painting and see if you can draw an identical one!"
"if you can draw it, why buy it? although there's no surveillance video of the scene, does this need to prove anything?"
the people who had been shouting arrogantly all quieted down.
