The three-year-old Zhou Qiancheng, with eyes as clear as obsidian, stared at Ye Nianbai, nodded his little head without hesitation, and then looked up at his mother, seeking her opinion.
It was only upon boarding the plane that Ms. Zhou realized the luxury of its interior.
Ms. Zhou was a painter. She might not know much about other things, but she was absolutely proficient in painting. As she walked down the aisle of the plane, she noticed the casually hung paintings along the way were masterpieces worth millions.
For ordinary families, acquiring a masterpiece would mean hanging it in the most prominent position in their living room as a treasure, but on this plane, the owner seemed indifferent to its value.
They just hung them anywhere, like any ordinary paintings worth a few dollars you'd see on the street.
This showed that the owner of the plane must be someone extraordinary.
