What?!
Yan Yuan held the wine glass and stood still. The expression on his face was as if he had been struck by lightning.
Xuan Jing did not try to cover up his words, so not only Elder Mrs. Yan and Yan Yuan, but everyone around them heard him clearly.
In just a few seconds, the entire banquet hall fell silent. Xuan Jing's personal denial had spread like wildfire. The people who were waiting to see Bai Lin make a fool of herself did not dare to laugh or speak. They could only remain silent.
"Mr. Xuan Jing, what do you mean by this? Isn't this your own painting?" Yan Yuan's voice even trembled slightly. "Isn't this the painting of a boy wishing happy birthday that you drew?"
Xuan Jing did not look at the screen again but said gently, "The artist of this painting has indeed learned some of my mastery. It's just that I won't color the clothes of these children like that. You can say that this painting's imitated my style, but I really didn't draw it."
