"You've changed your mind?" Master Jiang sat up straight.
"That's not the case." Meng Fu leaned back. She remembered that old master Jiang and Jiang Quan had always wanted her to be Yu Yong's disciple.
To learn how to draw.
She thought for a moment, lowered her head, and replied to President Yan-
[ senior brother, why are you giving me something again? ]
President Yan replied, [ just some small stuff. It's fine. This thing is just a number to your senior brother. ]
Meng Fu looked at President Yan's words, fell into deep thought, and then sighed.
Her senior brother was really too respectable.
Jiang Yu was driving the car. He dropped Zhao Fan off at her place before driving to the Jiang family's house.
Old master Jiang wanted to invite Zhao Fan to the Jiang family's house for dinner. Zhao fan's head hurt when he heard the Jiang family's name, especially when he saw Jiang Yiran. He didn't want to go, so he asked Jiang Yu to send her home.
