Chiang Xiao was a little speechless. Alright, his house it was. Speaking of which, most of the money to buy the house came from him, after all. Without his five thousand yuan, she wouldn't have been able to purchase the house at all. As for spending that five thousand yuan to buy the painting, not to mention her painting wasn't worth that much, even if it were, the painting was still hanging in the gallery and hadn't reached his hands yet.
Moreover, Chiang Xiao always felt that if she really wanted the painting, Meng Xinian would have given it to her without a second thought.
It was less about buying the painting and more about him finding an excuse to give the money to her.
"If there are any other secrets involving the cup, let me know before you do anything. I'll figure out how to keep it a secret," Meng Xinian reminded her again.
As for what the secret was, he hadn't thought he could get it out of her over the phone.
