Jiang Xiaoran turned around, feeling puzzled. "I thought you didn't want it?"
There was a hint of discomfort in Ye Siming's cold eyes. "It's troublesome for you to run back to return the painting. Sell it to me."
"I'm not selling it. You can have it. We're brothers. Talking about money will hurt our relationship!"
Ye Siming took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and threw it to Jiang Xiaoran.
He then took the painting away and said to Jiang Xiaoran heartlessly, "I don't have any feelings for you, so how can our relationship be hurt? Take the money. I won't take other people's things for nothing."
After saying that, he turned around. Feeling that it was time, he took the initiative to pick up Gu Nuo'er and walk toward the dining hall.
Jiang Xiaoran was left holding an ingot of silver in a daze.
He looked at Ye Siming's back view and then at the silver in his hand.
"Siming seems to have given too much!"
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