"No, that's not it! Don't misunderstand!" Jian Xi hurriedly apologized.
"I know. You're afraid I'll be affected and it'll impact my income. But really, it doesn't matter. From the moment I knew your identity, I've known what I would face. It's all the same to me."
For someone to speak of financial gains so lightly, as if it had nothing to do with emotions, made Jian Xi feel that Zhang Yaxuan must be a good person.
"I should pay whatever compensation is due," Jian Xi said firmly.
Zhang Yaxuan was even more adamant. "Then we can't work together anymore."
"You're too stubborn."
"Are you worried my reputation will be ruined and no one will want my paintings in the future?"
Jian Xi gave a wry smile. She didn't know Fu Shengyuan well enough, but Si Yuhuan would definitely do something like that. He was a man who ensured those who followed him thrived and those who opposed him perished.
