Fu Yang looked at Shu Wan, and seeing her give a slight nod, he too nodded, "Don't worry, a small matter. I'll definitely bring you along next time."
"Thanks a lot."
"It's getting late, we should also be leaving now." Shu Wan stood up and gestured with a nod towards Mr. Qi Yu.
"Why not stay a bit longer?" Mr. Qi Yu reluctantly glanced at the paintings and calligraphy on the table; he hadn't finished admiring them yet.
Fu Yang, who was about to leave, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of his phone. He checked the message—it was from Shu Wan, "You say, give the painting to Mr. Qi."
Fu Yang wasn't sure what Shu Wan was up to, and he wasn't the type to be easily swayed by others.
But for some reason, deep down, he couldn't bring himself to be wary of Shu Wan, and even more absurdly, he subconsciously felt that whatever Shu Wan asked him to do must be beneficial.
Quick to act over contemplation, Fu Yang stepped forward, "Mr. Qi, I don't understand paintings and calligraphy."
