Even at the cost of ruining his own white shirt.
At that moment, she was somewhat moved.
The manager also came over at this time, immediately wiping it off with a rag.
But the more he wiped the paint, the dirtier it became, only washable with laundry detergent.
So, Zhou Shumei said to Gao Jun, "Let's just go buy a new piece of clothing, and then we can wash this shirt later."
"Okay," he nodded in agreement.
Zhou Shumei took the two oil paintings and went downstairs with Gao Jun.
As they were going downstairs, she muttered softly, "Actually, you didn't need to protect that painting just now. If the paint box would've splashed onto the painting, it wouldn't have gotten onto your clothes."
"Shumei, this is your first oil painting, I wouldn't want your beautiful memory to be ruined by this box of paints," Gao Jun said.
His words instantly shattered all of Zhou Shumei's defenses.
In the end, she said, moved, "You fool, you really are a silly little brother."
