"Good," Nan Mufeng was very satisfied with the price.
"Good what good?" Jian Xi roared at Nan Mufeng, her voice teeming with frustration, "If you want it painted, do it yourself—I won't paint!"
Nan Mufeng looked utterly bewildered, not understanding why Jian Xi was getting angry.
Wasn't becoming a painter her dream? A hundred thousand for a copy of a painting was already a very high price!
"Miss Jian Xi, may I ask what you're dissatisfied with? I can raise the offer…," Ming Wei said hurriedly, fearing she would turn him down.
Jian Xi's eye twitched, and she said to Ming Wei, trying to keep her composure, "Mr. Ming, you're the expert in paintings. For copying, just do it yourself—why waste money? I'm still a high school student, my studies incomplete. Your hundred thousand will be thrown away."
"No, I trust my eye. With Miss Jian Xi's talent and intelligence, you might surpass Madam Bi Qing in the future," said Ming Wei.