Maybe Nan Jiaojiao never actually did it. It was Shen Shichu who found a scapegoat, but on the surface, someone needed to take the blame. The more she tried to cover it up, the more credible it seemed. Without Shen Shichu, Nan Jiaojiao's so-called architectural talent would be exposed. She dared not take the spotlight, which is why she hasn't touched it since.
So calculating!
Ye Congwen waited until her emotions calmed down a bit, then went in and helped her up from a pile of trampled paintings.
"Okay, I won't mention it. Whatever Jiaojiao does, haven't I stopped meddling in it? Let's go downstairs and eat."
"You're always like this!" Lin Shuyun pushed him away, "I warn you, no matter what method you use, make Nan Jiaojiao resign; she shouldn't be living so well. And don't let her paint again. If she doesn't listen, chop her hands off. What's with all the painting every day! That disgraceful nature, just like back then..."
"Shuyun!"
