"I don't know. I think her psyche isn't quite normal. In any case, she's not suitable for painting. I speak frankly, Mr. Feng, don't be upset."
Feng Huang raised his thumb in admiration, "Mr. Ming is truly an expert. What sharp eyesight you have! I wonder if Mr. Ming can see whose work this is in its green state and which school they studied under?"
"This painting?" Ming Wei shook his head disdainfully, "Even when masters are green, they wouldn't be of this level."
"Hmm, I see."
Feng Huang was somewhat disappointed, drank two cups of tea, chatted idly for a while, and then left. Ming Wei, having accepted a favor, politely saw him to the door.
But a storm was brewing in his heart.
That painting should have come from Jian Xi's hand. Only, at that time, she hadn't made her debut yet.
The darkness beneath the painting alarmed him.
