For Rong Qingqing, today's art exhibition is like a student having to do homework.
A hassle, but a necessary process.
Shen Jue hadn't said a word; when Rong Qingqing took a step forward, he followed suit.
In this quiet manner, more than half an hour passed until Rong Qingqing stopped in front of a painting of grapevines.
Rong Qingqing couldn't help but exclaim, "This painting looks so real."
The painting hung there, light illuminating it, making the grapes on the vine appear lifelike.
It made Rong Qingqing's mouth water just looking at it.
Shen Jue noticed Rong Qingqing's little action of swallowing and silently curled his lips.
"Do you like this painting?" Shen Jue asked.
"It's... okay... I guess," Rong Qingqing answered ambiguously, "Just okay."
"Do you know who painted this?" Shen Jue looked at Rong Qingqing with a teasing gaze, "Doesn't it look familiar?"
Rong Qingqing's scalp tingled immediately.
Familiar?
No.
Not at all.
