"Young lady, I am Yan Qinghai, please name your price and sell this painting to me."
Yan Qinghai said with an excited face.
He had no confidence in getting the painting from Qiao Si, but now things were different, the painting was in the hands of a young girl, and he did not believe that with his status as a Chinese Painting Master, the young girl would refuse to sell the painting to him.
"I'm not selling it, and besides, you're not worthy of owning this painting."
Ye Xiao glanced at Yan Qinghai.
This was a painting Zhu Xiang had made for her. What kind of person dared to make such a request?
"You impudent girl, what are you talking about? Master Yan is a Chinese Painting Master; the true value of the painting can only be realized in his possession. In your hands, it's a waste. Hurry up and present the painting to Master Yan."
Jian Ru hurriedly spoke in a tone that made it seem as though it was the obvious thing to do when she saw that Ye Xiao was unwilling.
