"You're here, good. There's something I need to tell you," Jian Xi said. Her tone was calm, as though discussing business matters.
Nothing like her usual chats with him!
Very formal!
"Go ahead," Nan Mufeng sat down, looking at Jian Xi and Cheng Ling: Did these two women have a secret?
"I have a secret that I've never told you," Jian Xi said.
As expected, a secret.
Nan Mufeng nodded calmly, "Do you want to tell me now?"
"Yes." Jian Xi gazed into Nan Mufeng's eyes, "I am Bi Qing."
!!!
Nan Mufeng jumped up in shock.
Jian Xi and Cheng Ling looked at each other, one wanting to laugh, the other on the verge of tears.
This is bad, with such a big reaction, the brother-in-law must be angry, right?
"I am the famous painter, Bi Qing," Jian Xi repeated.
Nan Mufeng sized up Jian Xi, an eighteen-year-old girl with a delicate frame; she didn't look like a famous painter renowned in the world of painting.
