Bab 90: The Criminal Police from France

Qin Chuyu watched those students that were concentrating on painting, showing a slight hint of a satisfied smile.

This was a self-employed painting studio. There was some space for teaching other people to paint, while another spot had been set for admiring and selling her students’ productions or her own graffiti works.

Of course, if her students’ works had been sold, she just asked for a little expense for handling the sale.

This time, she walked up to a man--- He had come in for a while and was focusing on some work that was not for sale but was displayed here.

"Sir, do you like this picture?"

"You are?"

"Oh, I’m the owner here, also an art teacher."

Qin Chuyu handed in her handmade business card.

The man nodded after a glance, then asked with curiosity, "Why is there a… well, odd picture here? It’s good-looking though."