"Caicai, your painting—someone on the art platform wants to buy it for five hundred million, and even the copies are going for tens of thousands."
Su Xiaocai's pupils shook. Five hundred million? Even copies are tens of thousands? It's worth that much—does that mean if someone has a birthday in the future, she just needs to wave her brush once…
No, she has to keep her "alt" tightly under wraps. People she knows throw birthday banquets at the drop of a hat—she'd be painting till the end of time.
Just as she thought that, Ji Li directly said, "Paint one for me."
If it's about painting, Ji Li is a professional freeload—he's never been polite with her.
Yu Haoming: "I want one too, and you're not allowed to fob me off with the same painting."
"Hehe, we'll talk when I have time."
"You're very free right now."
"I'm not free, I'm just not free! No inspiration to paint."
