"Heh." She chuckled softly, her emotions hidden.
Ji Zhinan didn't say anything. His slender fingers landed on the keyboard of the laptop, and he pressed a few keys with his fingertips before pressing Enter.
The screen returned to the menu page.
Ji Zhinan carried the computer downstairs.
Ji Pengfei and his family of three were waiting for an explanation. Ji Zhinan placed the laptop on the coffee table, knelt on one knee, and began typing on the keyboard.
A page popped up, and she turned the computer so the screen was facing them.
"This is an art exhibition that took place a week ago in Beijing."
Madam Ji, not understanding Ji Zhinan's meaning, said in a rather unpleasant tone, "Why are you showing us this? Are you deliberately changing the subject?"
Ji Zhinan clicked the mouse a few times, and then there were detailed pictures of the exhibits.
"This piece, 'The Sea of Stars,' and the next one, 'Jasmine,' are both my works. Some time ago, someone contacted me and said they really liked these two pieces of mine and thought they had a promising future, so they hoped I could sell them to them for five million."
There is an introduction below the painting, and it is indeed marked above: the artist is Zhi Nan.
Zhi Nan, Ji Zhi Nan.
So, this explains why Ji Zhinan has the money to buy such an expensive bag and where the money comes from.
He earned the money by selling his own paintings.
Everyone in the Ji family knows that Ji Zhinan is very talented in painting. She has loved painting since she was a child. Even Ji Zhixia's terrible paintings become beautiful after she modifies them.
Ji Zhinan was a quiet little beauty since she was a child, often spending the whole day drawing in her room by herself.
Therefore, no one doubted that Ji Zhinan made money by selling paintings.
Looking at the two pictures on the computer, the familiar style flashed before his eyes. Old Master Ji was stunned and stared at Ji Zhinan in disbelief.
As expected, she is her daughter. The same painting style, habits, and the things she likes to draw are almost identical.
A pang of sadness welled up inside me; Nan Nan was becoming more and more like her.
Ji Zhinan shrugged his narrow shoulders: "Is this an explanation?"
"This..." Ji Pengfei and his family of three were speechless.
Ji Zhinan earns money and buys bags with his own abilities. What can they say?
Saying Ji Zhinan stole money? He can earn it himself, why would he steal it?
"Impossible...impossible..."
Ji Zhixia was unwilling to believe it, but her rebuttals were weak and feeble.
Subconsciously, she already believed that Ji Zhinan had the ability to make money.
So Cao Nana was wrong; Ji Zhinan didn't steal any money at all.
Ji Pengfei felt utterly humiliated and turned to glare fiercely at Madam Ji and her daughter.
Making baseless accusations without any evidence and escalating the situation is utterly foolish!
The mother and daughter shrank back guiltily, not daring to meet Ji Pengfei's cold gaze.
Little did they know that Ji Zhinan could earn money on his own; they genuinely believed that Ji Zhinan was dishonest...
Ji Zhinan felt a gaze fixed on her. Turning her head, she saw Old Master Ji staring blankly at her with red eyes.
Ji Zhinan was taken aback and met the old man's eyes.
Fortunately, the old man reacted in time, immediately averting his gaze from Ji Zhinan. He coughed and said.
"See? Nan Nan earns her own money, she can buy whatever she wants, what do you mean by stealing? Why are you talking so rudely!"
"Hehe...hehe..." Madam Ji laughed awkwardly: "So it was all a misunderstanding. You child! You just told your mother that you earned the money to buy it yourself. Why did your mother misunderstand you?"
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