"Chiang Xiao, do you still remember Old Master Bai?"
Just as Du Jinruo said this, Chiang Xiao felt a bit on guard.
She suddenly realized what Du Jinruo meant by saying the painting's requirements were special.
The painting Du Jinruo wanted to buy this time was definitely not an ordinary one.
But how did she know Old Master Bai?
"Hmm, and then?"
"A friend of mine saw a very peculiar painting at Old Master Bai's place. When you stand in front of it, you can feel the uniqueness, making you truly sense the mood within the painting. So, he wants to buy such a painting too, and he found out it was painted by you. He's already planning to look for you."
As Du Jinruo said this, her face turned slightly red.
She continued, "However, he can't find you at all, and even if he could, it would take a lot of time. So, I want to buy it for him first."
"Who is it?"
