Chiang Xiao glanced at her while eating.
Even now, she still found Du Jinruo very beautiful.
But why was this girl so stubborn?
Even though it seemed she might have fallen for another man, seeing her like this, she was still in the stage of trying to get closer to the other person, without a hint of sweetness.
With Chiang Xiao's intuition, she felt that the man Du Jinruo liked this time was probably not suitable either.
She sighed and shook her head, "Du Jinruo, I actually don't have much against you."
After all, she had long known that Meng Xinian wouldn't have any feelings for Du Jinruo.
"But the painting, there's none. Not these days, not ever."
"Why not? You were able to paint such a picture for Old Bai, doesn't that mean you can paint it? Name your price, I'll buy it." At the last two words, Du Jinruo bit her lip.
A few tens of thousands of yuan was definitely not a small sum for her.
