Sang Yang: "...."
Seeing how focused she was, Sang Yang thought Ah Qiu would say something flattering like beautiful or well-painted, but unexpectedly, after holding it in for a long time, all she managed to say was that it was ugly.
And to make her words more convincing, Su Li even matched her words with a disgusted expression.
Just like when she was evaluating that abstract painting hanging in the lobby before.
Ugly...
There was a small signature in the bottom right corner of the painting, much like the one Su Li had thrown into the storage room, it was by the same person.
Su Li's sharp fingertips scratched the canvas of the oil painting with a screech, leaving a shallow scratch at the signature, "You seem to really like this painter's work, huh."
Sang Yang: "It's alright, mainly because it's quite cheap, you know my...."
Sang Yang smiled sheepishly.
Su Li couldn't help but smile along, realizing the original owner's husband was quite self-aware about himself.
