Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao felt a slight unease; she understood, of course, what those words meant.
If it wasn't original, then it was stolen by Jiang Enren.
The baby girl in the painting is her; this is no small matter.
Not wanting to cause a commotion, he lowered his voice and said, "Be more specific."
Xiao Jinhan's gaze remained fixed on the painting. He clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, as he tried his best to suppress his emotions.
Then he said, "I once saw this painting in my third brother's room, but at that time, there was only the background and your silhouette as a baby."
Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao understood completely.
"Jiang Enren stole the painting that my third brother made for me."
Xiao Jinhan nodded and said, "Third Brother spent ten years painting this picture."
"ten years……"
She was slightly stunned, completely unexpected.
It took ten years to complete one painting; her third brother's patience touched her deeply.
Is he drawing me...?
When this matter was brought up, his eyes softened a little, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes, I started drawing you when I first began learning to draw. It took a very long time, and this painting has been revised again and again. So far, it has been revised no less than ten thousand times."
Ten thousand times...
Tang Yaoyao didn't know what words to use to describe Xian's current state; she just felt it was incredibly difficult.
If that's the case, then this painting is entirely the result of the third brother's hard work. Over the years, he has poured so much emotion into it, and it's still about his little sister.
Jiang Enren stole it and even brazenly hung it up with his name on it.
That's absolutely unforgivable!
Xiao Jinhan looked into her beautiful eyes, which were brimming with intense anger that he made no attempt to conceal.
He pursed his lips: "This painting must be a copy. What do you plan to do with it?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao slightly curled her lips, leaned back in her chair, and smiled with a hint of amusement. She casually raised an eyebrow and said, "Since this guy surnamed Li has such audacity, we should at least call him out and introduce him, shouldn't we?"
That kind of smile gives off a roguish vibe, yet there's a chilling coldness in his eyes.
Her voice was so loud that it startled the people around her, who turned to look at her.
Because they hadn't heard clearly, everyone's eyes showed displeasure, as she had spoiled their fun.
Tang Yaoyao snapped her fingers and lazily met everyone's gaze: "Was this painting really painted by Jiang Enren? I don't believe it."
After saying that, he raised his hand and took off the sunglasses and hat that were covering half of his face.
Then, she tossed her long, smooth hair and looked at everyone again: "I heard an old gentleman say that if you haven't seen this painting, you'll regret it for the rest of your life, is that right?"
When they saw Tang Yaoyao's face, everyone was stunned.
"It's Miss Fu."
"And there's Fourth Master Xiao."
Hearing everyone's voices, Tang Yaoyao smiled and crossed her legs: "Is the old gentleman we were discussing with Mr. Yun still here?"
Zhang Bo's heart skipped a beat when he heard her question.
Everyone in Rongcheng knows that Tang Yaoyao is the daughter of Fu Jiang and Qiao Yanzhi.
Zhang Bo was no exception. Thinking of her arrogant words just now, he was somewhat displeased. However, he couldn't afford to offend even one Fourth Master Xiao, let alone the Fu family.
After a moment's thought, she stepped forward from the crowd: "Miss Fu, I did say that."
Tang Yaoyao casually raised an eyebrow: "Is a plagiarized painting really worth such admiration from an old gentleman?"
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