"..." Ye Xingbei angrily grabbed his shirt, shaking him, "You dare! If you dare hang this painting on the wall, I dare to plaster you against it!"
Gu Junzhu was holding in laughter so hard his stomach hurt, but he put on a face of deep sorrow, "Student Ye Xiaobei, how could you be like this? It's just a painting of a man and a woman dancing together, right? Our son said the man is the father and the woman is the mother. Isn't that nice? Look, our son gave me a painting, but didn't give you one. You're so jealous that you're only happy if the painting is destroyed. You're too narrow-minded. This is not good!"
"..." Ye Xingbei collapsed.
Is that a painting?
On the painting is indeed a man and a woman, and the man and woman are indeed dancing. But the problem is, this painting was drawn by her son after he heard what the Fifth Lord of Gu said in the car.
The woman in the painting is wearing a tank top and a ballet skirt.
