บท 159: Common Folk

Jiang Ling glanced at Fang Ya indifferently and smiled. "I'm not selling."

Fang Ya's face stiffened and she said hurriedly, "I'm willing to buy it, no matter how much it costs."

As long as it could make Ye Zhi's mother, Ling Yun, happy, Fang Ya was willing to spend money.

Jiang Ling did not relent when she heard that. Instead, she said, "Using money to measure a work of art is too vulgar."

Fang Ya, who had just been lowkey ridiculed by Jiang Ling, looked even more embarrassed. Her eyes turned colder.

Jiang Ling glanced around and fixed her eyes on Yun Qing. She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Are you going to buy it?"

Yun Qing looked at Jiang Ling and pursed her lips. "No. Otherwise, I will end up as another layman."

Jiang Ling giggled.

Fang Ya frowned. Why would Jiang Ling ask Yun Qing?

"Miss Jiang, if you're not willing to sell it to me, why are you asking her?"

"Because I like her."