Ou Yangfu almost lost his balance and hastily grabbed Ye Rongyuan next to him to steady himself.
He widened his eyes in shock, "Am I hearing this right? One million one hundred thousand?"
Wasn't that exactly the price he paid for the painting he bought?
Was it a coincidence, or...
His expression had already betrayed his inner thoughts. Ye Rongyuan glanced at him and explained, "It's not a coincidence. You spent one million one hundred thousand to buy Ann's painting as a gift for someone, and Ann felt that she should spend the same amount on her gifts."
Ou Yangfu gasped and whispered, "I spent one million one hundred thousand because Ann's painting was worth it!"
Of course, this statement didn't mean that he thought his father wasn't worthy of receiving a birthday gift worth one million one hundred thousand, but rather that the little one had a great misunderstanding about gift-giving.