"It's all your mother's fault. She dotes on you so much. She gave you those paintings just because you said you wanted them. Why didn't she think about how you, a girl, was going to hold those paintings? What if a man coaxed them away from you? Wouldn't her efforts be in vain? Not to mention that women have long hair and are short-sighted. You can't do anything well. I have to do it myself!" Qin Gang looked like he had contributed a lot. "Where are those paintings? Hurry up and take them out. I'll keep them for you!"
Yu Han suddenly stared at the gauze on the back of his head. "Have you been deceived?"
"What do you mean?" Qin Gang was puzzled.
"I've never seen any paintings, and I've never heard of anything related to paintings." Yu Han pretended to be confused. "So, whose paintings are you talking about? And who are you giving them to?"
