"No! It's a girl from the countryside, about my age."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Dai Jinhai said as he handed the sketch paper to Old Mi, resentfully saying, "Look, Mr. Mi, this painting is definitely Yu Jingyi's work. I can't believe the bastard sneaked onto our turf! Additionally, his skill level has clearly improved considerably, Humph!"
"Nonsense. That old man wishes he could improve, but it's just a dream!" Old Mi glanced over the whole thing and was stunned. He immediately jumped up and cursed, "How did this old bastard achieve this?"
"I'm afraid he's trying to provoke you on purpose."
"Most likely! He may be hoping that I'll get so irritated that my blood pressure will rise!" Old Mi said as he inspected the painting carefully. He and Yu Jingyi had known each other for decades, and he could recognize his style at a glance. There was no way he could get it wrong.
It's unbelievable that this guy could improve his technique even at his deathbed.
