The gallery had only a few paintings hanging, other than the main piece, the rest had been reserved by clients.
Today, Yu Ling was in no mood to appreciate art.
She picked up an empty bottle from the ground, brought it to her nose, and a rich scent of Golden Osmanthus Brew assailed her nostrils. Fragrant, sweet, with hardly a hint of alcohol.
The craftsmanship of this wine is commendable.
Ming Wei was no longer young, at least in his thirties. For him to go after Jian Xi, it seemed a bit too late in life.
Yu Ling sighed, feeling quite despicable. She could not believe she had even thought of such a method!
"Lady Yu."
Just then, Ming Wei came out, smiling genially and with refined elegance.
"Where is Miss Cheng?" asked Yu Ling.
"She's asleep."
"Then why haven't you left?" Yu Ling inquired.
Ming Wei chuckled, "It was my fault that she missed work, so I'm keeping the shop for her. I'll leave when she wakes up."