Art Studio
Wu Jingxiang took out wine and glasses from the cabinet and poured some for Yuwei and Meng Meixuan.
"Mr. Wu, is this your private art studio?"
Meng Meixuan gazed at the room, decorated like a miniature European aristocratic retreat, her eyes filled with envy.
Today, she had just finished a photoshoot with Yuwei for a magazine cover, and afterward had been brought here as a guest by the latter.
"Yes, I enjoy collecting paintings," Wu Jingxiang, dressed in a linen robe, replied with a smile.
"Did you build this studio just to view the paintings yourself?"
"Partly, but also to make it convenient for friends to visit and enjoy them together."
"Haha, your generosity is astonishing. After all, this is Red Mountain in Shenghai."
Meng Meixuan's smile grew even more enthusiastic, her gaze taking on a hint of flirtation.
Yuwei sipped her wine, her full lips as exquisite as rose petals: "Teacher Wu, I always thought you preferred traditional ink paintings."
