Huo Chenyu had unspeakable suffering, but simply brushed it off lightly:

She's not right for you.

Hongmian was not satisfied and snatched the phone back.

"Why isn't she suitable? I think she's much prettier than that Lin Yiyun you married. You have bad taste, so don't ruin my brother Nanzhou's life."

"Anyway, I'll definitely try to match Nanzhou with the pretty sister," Hongmian said sullenly.

Huo Chenyu didn't bother arguing with her, but instead said to Song Nanzhou:

"Nanzhou, thank you for helping me take that picture of mandarin ducks."

That day, Song Nanzhou happened to be there by chance; he had intended to go and return quietly.

I never expected to make such a high-profile appearance.

He was very interested in the painting's provenance: "Who exactly is the owner of this painting that was auctioned off?"

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anything in the entire Tanzhou that Huo Chenyu wouldn't dare to do.

Huo Chenyu stood up:

“Go back and advise your daughter. Someone who doesn’t even understand calligraphy and painting can’t possibly understand your heart and see the world you live in.”

Just this one sentence.

Song Nanzhou understood immediately.

So before Huo Chenyu left, Song Nanzhou patted Hongmian's arm and said to her:

"Go to the car and get Miss Tang's clothes. Please ask Shen Yu to give them to me."

"Why should I?" Hongmian shouted.

Having that dress gave me a reason to meet her.

If we just hand it over like that, it will be very difficult to meet again.

But Song Nanzhou's face had already darkened, and Hongmian dared not provoke him, so she had no choice but to do as he said.

Holding the coat Tang Li wore that day, still bearing her scent, Huo Chenyu sat in the car, his emotions unable to calm down for a long time.

He felt a strange sense of lingering fear.

He had never been so timid before, even when Lu Zhixing so openly declared Tang Li's sovereignty and ownership in front of him.

It was Song Nanzhou, who couldn't see the world, who suddenly realized that a blind painter and a writer who longed to escape the strife of the world were truly a perfect match.

Seeing that Huo Chenyu's expression was off, Jiang Mian cautiously asked:

"Boss, where are we going now?"

Huo Chenyu sighed and said:

"The usual place, let's go see her."