"How is it, what does Brother Su think of this painting?"
Young Master Ning was especially proud, seemingly oblivious to the change in Su Ke's expression. Instead, he shook the painting in his hand. "Let me tell you the truth, Brother Su, this is a proud creation of mine just now. I was feeling quite poetic today, and upon seeing Miss Hanmei, I thought of this brilliant poem. It seems quite fitting now. Everyone, please come and judge its quality!"
Su Ke was called out and, looking at Qin Hui who was lavishing praise on the painting, could really not bring himself to say something he did not believe.
Under Young Master Ning's intense gaze, he haphazardly nodded.
"Is it... alright?"
"Really? Hahaha... I knew it, I am naturally cut out to be a scholar!"
Young Master Ning burst into hearty laughter, immensely pleased with himself.
His eyes repeatedly sought those of Miss Hanmei, seeming to want to see some admiration or something from her.
