The frame for the painting, with its vintage pattern, suggests a hefty price. It's somewhat puzzling to use it to accentuate such a simple painting. Besides, rich people usually hang paintings worth billions, don't they?
Curious, she approached to admire it and eventually discovered a faint signature in the lower right corner, presumably the author's.
SJY.
Was it given by someone important?
Suddenly, the doorknob turned with a sound. Hearing this, she looked over to see Shi Aoju walking in from outside, dressed in a smart suit.
If he was faintly indifferent the other day, now he wore no expression, and the cold aura he emitted sent a chill down her spine.
Bai Ya blinked, turned to him, and nodded, "Young Master Jue."
Shi Aoju acknowledged with a sound and strode into the office.
He subconsciously glanced at the painting on the wall, his deep eyes briefly showing a gentle expression, but he quickly returned to normal.
