"...Also, the other day, I gave her a precious necklace, but she felt more happy receiving that man's cheap bouquet… It's making me feel complicated," said the painter with a disheartened expression in his face.
Those nearby gave him a brooding look. No, there were hints of smiles and laughter in their eyes and lips. "Mr. Painter, you really are an artist."
"Yeah. So romantic."
"But a pitiful one."
"Can you all not butt in? I'm talking to Mr. Jiang." Gao Jing said gloomily. Heaven knows that he badly wanted to pick up a brush right now since he got inspired and wanted to paint thugs with these men as the models.
"Sorry, he seems busy musing about some funny matters. Look at the grin in his face," commented Qin Tai in a laidback manner.