Sister Lu... Ha! We're all men, who couldn't understand each other?
From the bright, glistening emotions hidden deep in that young man's eyes, Bo Jingshen could tell, he certainly didn't see Su Lu merely as a boss!
The young, handsome painter...
Heaven knows how many young, handsome painters there were? After all, he and Su Lu had already missed so many years.
Bo Jingshen built scenarios in his mind, and the more he imagined, the angrier he got, angry that others had their eyes on his treasure, and angry at himself for not having stood guard by his treasure's side. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, so much so that his kidneys started to hurt.
"Mhm." Su Lu smiled at the young painter, "Chengfeng, do you have a class today?"
In these past few years, Su Lu's art gallery had been doing well. There were several branches now, each spanning three or four stories, and the business certainly wasn't just selling paintings but also included some niche design studios.
