Shu Yu narrowed her eyes. Before she could voice her guess, she heard Zhao Xi's slightly proud voice. "That painting was painted by Ah Yun."
Shu Yu suddenly looked at him. "Did you draw it? Are you Mr. Shanju?"
F*ck, a talent whose painting was worth thousands of gold was actually by her side?
She suddenly remembered the flyer she had asked Meng Yunzheng to draw before the shop opened. At that time, she felt that this person was very powerful. He could draw a beautiful woman with just a few strokes. It seemed that he was a master.
Oh right, she had given out all her flyers.
Shu Yu instantly felt like he had missed out on a few hundred million yuan. She wanted to beat her chest and stamp her feet to express her regret.
How could she let so much money slip away from her hands? She was so short of money.
Shu Yu's heart fluctuated like a violent storm, but her face was exceptionally calm.
