It became very crystal clear for Shui why Han Tian hated Zhong Sihan's guts. It was one thing to not like something but to humiliate art to this extent by dragging monetary value in between was beyond her understanding.
Her expression turned more and more sour. "You know I thought I should feel angry at you, but I guess…I pity you."
Zhong Sihan's eyes narrowed.
"If all you can think about is money, money and money, then nobody has lived a sadder life than you. You haven't even bothered to understand what art is, yet you are very confident you know what art is. But the reality is that you don't know a single thing about it."
"Because I don't want to know about it. Simple. Why should I stare at a bunch of lifeless brush strokes on a canvas?"
The more she listened, the more she felt at a loss. Before she could lash out, Lin asked plainly, "Have you ever seen a painting before?"
"Tons. And they do nothing to me," he shrugged. "
