"It's good that he hasn't come to bother you. I'm living a good life now too, and in the future, we won't disturb each other. He doesn't know me, and he won't come near you again. That's great." Rong Ning smiled warmly, her eyes bending slightly, "I just want to paint well now, do the things I want to do. I really like my current lifestyle."
"That's good then, just worried that if he stands there all pitifully, you'll soften up when you see him." Rong Qingqing patted Rong Ning on the shoulder, "I'm waiting for the day you become a famous artist, and those paintings you gave me increase in value, and I suddenly become even wealthier."
Rong Ning was once again amused by Rong Qingqing.
Obviously a wealthy woman, yet always acting like a little money-grubber.
After chatting in whispers for a while, the two returned to the front banquet hall. When Rong Qingqing went back, Shen Jue was holding the child, looking for her.
