She walked eagerly toward the corner.
Hmph, her painting might be hanging in the corner now, but in the future, she'd hang it in the auditorium of the Academy, so the whole school could come and see it, envy her, worship her.
"Wanqing, where's your painting?" Chen Liting asked.
Reaching the corner, it was still nowhere to be seen.
"It's right here." Ye Wanqing pointed over, only to find that the place where her painting should have been was empty!
"Huh?" Chen Liting and Guo Zitong exchanged a glance, searching for names on the nearby paintings, but they were all Xiao Chiang's paintings, none of Ye Wanqing's.
"How could it not be here?" Ye Wanqing's face turned pale instantly.
Impossible, how could it not be?
"Could it be that your painting was so good that it was hung somewhere else?" Chen Liting suggested.
Ye Wanqing's eyes lit up, thinking he made sense.
