But now, Ming Dailan's heart is a mix of emotions, an inexplicable feeling.
This might not be attention but... a form of exploitation.
Xiao Hongdao, a man of deep thoughts and widespread influence, wouldn't be unaware of the events in Dian City?
Ming Dailan turned towards the tea table the moment Xiao Hongdao raised his head, discreetly avoiding his gaze, "It's nothing major, Mrs. Andrew took a liking to a painting at the exhibition. I intended to buy it for her, but unfortunately... the other party wouldn't sell it."
Xiao Hongdao rubbed his teacup, his deep gaze fixed on Ming Dailan's back, "It's just a painting. If you can't buy it, choose a more valuable one to send her, why trouble yourself?"
Ming Dailan didn't speak, slowly poured the tea.
Xiao Hongdao chuckled, stood up to place his teacup at the edge of the table, walked over to her and patted her shoulder, soothingly, "Don't think too much, not everyone is as considerate as you."