Nan Jiayan smiled and raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing, "Curious, are you?"
Lu Shishu glanced at him, most displeased with his smug look, and pouted, "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I'm not forcing you. I just asked casually."
"Come on! I can tell you, okay?" Seeing she was about to quicken her pace, Nan Jiayan grabbed her wrist with a laugh, "Actually, it's like this: I've seen that painting by Master Zu Qingsen, and I've even met him in person."
"Huh?" Lu Shishu widened her eyes in surprise, momentarily forgetting her wrist was still in his hand, with some suspicion in her heart, "You're not bluffing, right?"
