"...I just think you're more compatible with me."
Song Linyuan looked at Su Ningjie and his eyebrows curved unconsciously. His son should be about the same age as him now.
"Master Hanyu, I think we get along well. It might be because you are the same age as my son."
"Oh? Will your son be eight next year?"
When Su Ningjie asked this question, he felt that he had lost his composure and was confused.
How old his son is has nothing to do with him.
Song Linyuan nodded his chin, but didn't say anything explicitly. He just said, "If I can get to know Ning Anjun and become friends with him, I think my son can become friends with you. I wonder if I can have the opportunity to meet Ning Anjun?"
Su Ningjie walked to the desk and carefully looked at the big tiger he was copying, trying to find his shortcomings.
It's a pity, not only is the imitation very realistic, but the painting is also better than that of my elder brother.
Su Ningjie raised his head and said calmly, "I will show this painting to Ning Anjun. As for whether he wants to see you, it depends entirely on Ning Anjun's wishes. I can't make the decision."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master Hanyu. I'm sorry to trouble you."
Su Ningjie ordered Lu Tao to put the painting away. "Master Song, I still have to go inspect other shops. I'll send someone to notify you when I have news. Oh, by the way, where are you staying?"
"Yafeng Inn."
"Master Song, I don't know your name yet."
"Song's given name is just one character, Yuan. Song Yuan."
"Okay, I'll remember that. I'll send someone to inform you tomorrow morning whether Ning Anjun will see you or not."
After a few more polite words, Song Linyuan and his servant left.
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