"You're the one with issues."
She just didn't like unfamiliar men touching her at will—no, it wasn't because she was worried someone would get angry. Absolutely not.
"Alright, back to the matter at hand," Yu Hang withdrew his hand and continued, "This old man is quite prestigious in Province N. He has a hobby, which is painting. For the past couple of years, whenever he sees a painting he likes, his spirits improve greatly. Hence, people have always been finding and sending him paintings according to his taste. My dad and the others have been searching too."
Xi Minghui followed up, "But they've been searching among those famous painters, domestic and international, yet the old man hasn't been impressed by a single one."
"We've heard about Xiao Chiang," Yu Hang pointed at her, "that is, you, and want to give it a try."
