"Shen, Miss Shen, so, the person in the painting is really..."
It was a long time before Old Tang found his voice again.
At this moment, apart from being shocked, he was still in shock.
Is Miss Shen so powerful, does the Young Master know?
Shen Qinglan raised her right hand to look at it closely, feeling very shaken inside.
She discovered that she seemed to have a lot of potential that even she hadn't uncovered.
First strength, then speed, and now to crushing paper balls—one after another, things she had never achieved in her past life.
Truly bizarre and magical!
"Miss Shen?"
Seeing she didn't respond, Old Tang cautiously called out again.
"Hmm?"
Shen Qinglan withdrew her emotions, calmly looking at him with her eyes.
Old Tang let out a dry laugh, probing, "The person in the painting..."
"Is me."
At this point, even if she said it wasn't her, Old Tang probably wouldn't believe it.
