Jian Xi's heart went cold, intuitively sensing trouble.
As expected, it wasn't long before Yu Ling sternly asked, "Why did you deceive us?"
Nan Mufeng was startled, and so was Jian Xi.
"The painter I am most fascinated by, the person I regard as an idol, it's actually you!"
Yu Ling stood on the staircase, her hair meticulously tied up into a bun, draped in a lavish silk shawl, her body slightly leaning back, regal like a Queen.
"Auntie, I'm sorry..." Jian Xi wrung her hands, shooting Nan Mufeng an accusatory glance.
As she thought, it wasn't so simple, was it? Now Yu Ling must dislike her even more!
Nan Mufeng was also perplexed: this wasn't how things were supposed to go...
"Why did you deceive us?" Yu Ling slowly approached, sitting down on the sofa and arrogantly questioning as she casually picked up a teacup.
"It wasn't a deception. I simply love painting and didn't want to be encumbered by fame, so I didn't want people to know I was Bi Qing..."
Snap!
