Nan Zhan only pitied her foolishness when he gave her a tip; he didn't expect that she would set her sights on him in a blink of an eye.
"Don't even think about it." Nan Zhan made it clear with an uncompromising attitude.
"Mr. Nan, Attorney Nan, Handsome Nan, Oppa..." Jian Si pulled on his sleeve, resorting to all the coquettish antics she hadn't used in years for the sake of business.
"Impossible." Nan Zhan brushed her hand away.
"Then what will it take for you to finally walk towards a young and handsome guy, chat with him smilingly, and have him happily agree to become my volunteer model for this painting?" Jian Si was prepared to be persistent to the end.
"No way at all." The idea of him, the dignified Nan Zhan, sitting on this low stool, sitting there like a fool motionless, just thinking about it felt utterly stupid.
"Forget it, if not painting, then not painting." Jian Si glared at him, "I'll find someone else."
Jian Si mingled among the passing tourists.
