Shi Lan turned around and caught a glimpse of her phone screen, so she asked, "Who did you send it to?"
"General Manager Yan."
"Send to who?" Shi Lan raised her voice.
In that instant, Sun Ling felt like she had been awakened, quickly hitting the retract button: "Sorry... sorry, boss, I forgot."
"I might as well grab a megaphone and shout it out for you." Thankfully, Shi Lan's bluffing skills were top-notch. If Yan Shixiu asked, she would say it was a random discovery—after all, with so many people at the banquet three years ago, it wasn't strange for someone to remember him and draw this painting.
By then, General Manager Yan replied, "What did you retract?"
Sun Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Good, General Manager Yan didn't see it, scared me to death."
Afterward, she also replied with quick-wittedness, "Sorry, General Manager Yan, I sent it by mistake."
Yan Shixiu didn't reply again, and Sun Ling slumped down.