He nodded in agreement. "Since Second Master Xiang has already spoken, if I don't give him face, I won't know what's good for me."
He tilted his head and looked at the painting on the tray. He touched it lovingly two or three times. His heart ached as much as it wanted, but for the sake of the Zhou Family's advancement, what was a small painting?
The benefits of agreeing to Gu Man were far more than the benefits of a painting.
"I hope Miss Gu can cherish this painting."
His cherished appearance was especially funny in Gu Man's eyes because she knew very well that she had drawn that painting. If Old Master Zhou found out, he would probably be ashamed at the thought of his current act.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. She walked to the tray in two to three steps and picked up the painting inside impolitely. She threw the silk cloth outside aside and unrolled the painting.
Her actions were swift and decisive, without any pity.
