Zhao wanqin raised her head and glanced at Ye Linlang, then slowly shifted her gaze to Shangguan Luo.
She pointed at the brand new watercolor painting and shook her head at the handsome mixed-race youth.
“I’m sorry, I’m planning to use this painting to participate in the international cloud-themed art exhibition in a few days. If you’re interested, you can participate in the auction in a few days.”
Shangguan Luo nodded in understanding.
“Okay, I got it. Then, this elegant lady, can we leave a contact number?”
Ye Linlang only now knew how sweet the people of Dongchen country were.
Especially when Shangguan Luo looked at Old Lady Zhao with a smile, this kind of “Elegant lady”address was particularly striking.
And Grandma Zhao was indeed in high spirits.
“Good, good. Young Man, you are too good at talking.”
“No, you are indeed very elegant.”
Shangguan Luo nodded with a smile. His elegant appearance almost made Zhao wanqin’s grandmother smile.