This imposing oil painting was shocking at first glance, not to mention the maid, who was actually frightened when she saw the figures on it.
"Helena, once this painting dries, take it to your father."
Ye Qiu went to take a bath first, and then after he and Helena finished breakfast, the two strolled along the seaside, returning to the villa where Ye Qiu held Helena's waist and watched quietly.
He knew that this trip to Italy had temporarily resolved Helena's troubles.
He also had to return home.
By lunchtime, this oil painting, which had been drying since this morning in the sunlight, was already dry.
After rolling it up and placing it in the car, they drove back to the Mattio Family.
Upon returning to the Mattio Family, Ye Qiu saw a man in his fifties or sixties coming out, who bore some resemblance to that Sirio's eldest son from the other day.
"This is Sirio's father," Helena said.
Sirio I just nodded at Helena and then left.
