The drawing board held a portrait, and with just a casual glance, Quan Tianyou recognized it—it was Su Liuying.
He was astonished and stopped in his tracks, reaching to take down the portrait, murmuring in disbelief, "Liuying, it really is Liuying!"
"Hey, who are you? Why are you taking my painting!"
The painter saw someone touching his painting and hurried over, reaching to retrieve the painting from Quan Tianyou's hand, "I'm not selling this painting!"
Enthusiastically grabbing the painter's collar, Quan Tianyou waved Su Liuying's portrait in his hand and urgently asked, "When did you draw this painting?"
"Just now! I finished it only half an hour ago!"
The painter didn't understand why Quan Tianyou was so agitated. He reached out to push away Quan Tianyou's hand, feeling as though he might suffocate from the grip.
"Just now?"
Quan Tianyou asked in disbelief, "Are you saying you painted this portrait just half an hour ago?"
"Yes! That girl was just sitting there!"
