Bai Shan nodded.
The two entered the study, and Bai Shan saw her book basket still on the table, so he helped her tidy it up. When he saw a scroll inside, he looked at Manbao and asked, "What is this?"
"It's a small portrait of Changyu painted by Mingda."
Bai Shan didn't open it, but put it aside, took out other items from the book basket, and asked with a smile, "Why did you think of painting a small portrait? Did you paint one too?"
"No, this is for Wei Yu to see," Manbao said, "By the way, tomorrow let's go find Wei Yu together. You should paint him a small portrait that I can take to Changyu."
Bai Shan was bewildered. What kind of operation is this?
"Haven't they met already?"
More than once.
Manbao laughed and said, "Although they've met, they haven't looked at each other carefully, and they haven't met often enough. It's awkward to just stare at someone. Changyu is almost forgetting what he looks like."
