"No way."
Ye Xiao looked at the elderly man in front of her with a cold sneer.
This was her painting, meant for her eyes only. It had been viewed by others for a thousand years, but now that it had finally returned to her possession, she wouldn't let it be seen by anyone else.
"You're so thoughtless, child. Master Yan isn't asking to take your painting away, just to borrow it for a bit of appreciation. Once he's done admiring it, he will certainly return it to you."
Jian Ru felt Ye Xiao was truly ungrateful. Who did she think Master Yan was? His standing in the Chinese painting circle was monumental. What was so wrong with lending him a painting to look at? She wouldn't even offer it voluntarily, and now she wouldn't lend it either.
"Xiao Xiao, Master Yan really likes the Autumn Bamboo Painting. Since you don't understand it anyway, why don't you just lend it to him for his enjoyment?"
Bai Yingying chimed in to support the argument.
