Chiang Xiao had a feeling something was off, a sense of foreboding.
She really wanted to know who that person was.
Moreover, anyone who could go to Old Bai's house couldn't be an ordinary person.
Old Bai cherished that painting a lot; he wouldn't let just anyone come in and see it.
So, was that person someone Old Bai trusted?
She should ask Old Bai about it.
"How could you not remember?" Du Jinruo got anxious. "You haven't sold many paintings to someone as renowned as Old Bai, right? Just that one painting, how could you not recall it?"
"It's normal not to remember; I've sold quite a few paintings."
"Chiang Xiao, are you worried I can't afford it? Just tell me, how much would such a painting cost?" Du Jinruo was already mentally prepared that such a painting wouldn't be cheap.
She heard that a potion was mixed into the paint, and when it came in contact with the air, it would evaporate, giving a special sensation of coolness and the like.
