Feeling helpless, Ning Li pressed the space between her eyebrows.
Wang Yan was good at everything, but he was too old-fashioned.
She had told him many times that he did not have to be like this, but he was always like this, very insistent.
She replied.
[ I plan to have dinner with Teacher Yu tonight. ]
...
At the art studio, in the exhibition area.
Sheng Miao stood in front of the two paintings by Wei Songze and Sheng Ruxue. He looked back and forth, deep in thought.
"Is that young lady really not from the Art School? I think she knows a lot about these things. What she said makes sense."
Sheng Ruxue's already bad mood worsened when she heard that.
She frowned slightly.
"Second Uncle, do you think so too?"
Sheng Miao had studied painting before. Although he had eventually changed careers, his eye was still at a professional level.
He nodded.
