"This…" Yang Xiaoya didn't want to paint, it was because she couldn't accept the black dog blood, for that black dog blood was too disgusting. But upon hearing Wang Xinying's words, she immediately started to hesitate.
"We absolutely must not tell my old man about this; we can discuss it slowly and find a compromise," Yang Xiaoya's tone softened immediately at the mention of Old Master Yang.
"But what kind of compromise could there be?" Wang Xinying asked Yin Xiaofan.
"Although the black dog blood doesn't exactly bring joy to the heart, can't you just not look at it?" Yin Xiaofan felt that these two women were really silly; couldn't they be a bit more flexible?
"What do you mean by 'not look'?" Wang Xinying asked.
"Obviously, it means to cover your eyes, not to look, pretend that nothing happened, out of sight, out of mind," Yin Xiaofan explained.
"Xiaoya, what do you think?" Wang Xinying asked Yang Xiaoya.
