"Who would have thought he could produce something of this caliber?"
Huang Xi thought about Zhou Xuan's casual toss of the tattoo earlier and realized, "He didn't seem to value that tattoo very much, which means he likely has a second, a third one..."
At this thought, Huang Xi regrettably slapped her forehead, creating a loud slapping sound.
"I thought it was just business, but it turned out to be an opportunity with the Huang Family of Mingjiang!"
Huang Xi moved to the front of the Old Painting Pavilion and reached out her hand to knock. At the very least, she wanted to apologize to Zhou Xuan.
But when she considered how empty-handed she was, what sincerity could an apology hold?
Her hand lowered again,
As she hesitated, a call came from the pond.
Huang Xi turned her head to see a yellow-skinned fox calling out to her.
"Come here."
