After all, they were strangers. Mu Xiangwan blushed slightly, feeling a little shy. Su Chaoyang cleared his throat, the gentle smile on his face still lingering. "Miss Pei, is there something I can help with?"
Miss Pei, already a mother, was well aware of the dynamics between young men and women. Realizing she had come at an inopportune moment, she too felt a bit embarrassed.
Pausing briefly, Miss Pei said, "Mr. Su, here's the thing—there's a client interested in Mrs. Su's painting and willing to pay a high price for it. May I ask—"
Previously, Su Chaoyang had brought his wife's painting to the gallery as a filler—never intending to sell it secretly. So, he had specifically instructed Miss Pei to keep an eye on it. Today, though, they encountered a particularly persistent customer who was offering multiples of the original price to buy the painting. Since both the owners were present at the gallery, Miss Pei came up to seek their advice.
