Jian Xi's entire body was icy cold, her hand holding the phone trembling continuously as she forced a smile on her lips, "It's, it's hilarious..."
"Exactly! Our Jian's hands are made for holding guns, how could they possibly be used for painting? He has been the butt of our jokes. You, you can kill and set fires, but painting is simply out of the question."
Jian Xi swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she said, "Third Brother, you can't really say that. I've actually grown quite fond of painting now..."
Shen Yu was startled, "What did you say?"
"That is, the original owner had a talent for painting, which I have inherited," Jian Xi gritted her teeth as she lied.
Ah, the life of a liar! Once you tell the first lie, you're doomed to spin more and more lies to keep up the facade.
But at the moment, she had no other choice.
The recent thought of admitting that she was Bi Qing had been forcefully extinguished.
When had Feng Huang seen her painting?
