"It's not a famous person," Xuan Jing looked at Bai Lin and said, "It's her, my annoying little sister who knocks on my door every day and says that she'll tear down my house if I don't draw her a painting."
The banquet hall was suddenly filled with the sound of gasps.
Xuan Jing still could not help but laugh when he recalled how Bai Lin had asked him for the birthday congratulatory painting.
His little sister had never paid attention to elegant things like antiques, calligraphy and paintings. However, there was a time when she asked him to draw one. He agreed, but Bai Lin showed a rare look of hesitation when he asked what theme she wanted.
"Er-ge, aren't the scenic paintings you paint the most famous?" Bai Lin asked.
Xuan Jing thought that she was going to sell it for money, so he smiled and said, "Yes, the most valuable painting is my freehand landscape painting. If you're short on money, I can draw a few more for you."
