He left.
Enraged by her, he stormed out with clenched fists.
Xinying stared blankly in the direction of the door, unable to fathom why her good intentions had provoked such a strong reaction from him.
About twenty minutes later, the door was pushed open again.
He returned in front of her reeking faintly of smoke.
"I've changed your school! You're not going to that damned art college anymore!"
In Yan Ye's eyes, there was a tumult of darkness.
If she went to art college, how many more times would he have to endure stimulation like tonight's? When she was happy, she would paint a portrait of her favorite man to give to him; when she felt guilty, she'd paint another portrait of her favorite man for him...
He felt he would go crazy sooner or later.
So it was better not to let her learn how to paint at all.
Xinying hadn't wanted to go to that school in the first place; she knew her own capabilities.
"Oh? So which school will I attend?"
"A girls' school!"
