The favor of a wealthy family: Madam’s vest fell off again

He didn't know why, even though the person in front of him was just a girl, he still chose to believe her without hesitation.

After he finished digesting, he looked at Xia Mutang in front of him, slowly opened his eyes, and even his voice trembled involuntarily: "Are you really Master Bai Xing?"

"Mr. Yan, I was very touched when you sent me a medal last time. It was really inconvenient to see you, so I didn't come out to meet you." Xia Mutang said she was very sorry. In fact, she had thought of this apology a long time ago. said.

Only he and Master Bai Xing knew about this matter, so Zheng Rong was even more certain that the person in front of him was Master Bai Xing.

It was indeed inconvenient for Xia Mutang at that time, so he did not go out to receive the medal. Instead, he said a few words to him through the door. It was these few words that he remembered until now.

"I know, I still clearly remember what you said to me back then."

"Old Yan, you have a really good memory."

"Because I always remember this voice."

Mr. Yan suddenly thought of something and asked, "You didn't paint that painting, so why is it in such a conspicuous place?"

"Old Yan, I am a junior, so I don't need to address you." Xia Mutang bowed slightly as a sign of respect for him.

Even though he knew that Master Bai Xing was so young, he still felt that she was a senior. Zheng Rong immediately said respectfully: "Master Bai Xing, you are so humble!"

"I hope you can help me keep this secret." Xia Mutang said, "I don't really want others to know my identity."

Thinking that this was a secret between him and Master Bai Xing, Zheng Rong felt inexplicably excited and honored. He bowed deeply: "Okay, I will definitely help you keep the secret."

After the two people came back, the person in charge saw that the two people's faces were not very good, so he guessed that they must be very unhappy, so he quickly said: "Mr. Yan, I will let them hang the painting back up now."

However, Mr. Yan said: "This painting is indeed not very good. Please take it down."

"????" The person in charge seemed to have heard the wrong words.

"Old Yan, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't you understand the literal meaning?" Mr. Yan felt like he was being deceived. The person in charge didn't know where he got the gossip, saying that this painting was painted by Master Bai Xing, which almost offended him. The real White Star Master.

Just now, he smiled at the person in charge, but now he doesn't want to give him any good looks on his face.

"But this painting..." The person in charge wanted to remind him, but he didn't expect these words. As soon as he said it, he immediately touched his back. "I want you to take down this painting immediately!"

The person in charge didn't dare to say any more, so he quickly obeyed his words and took down the painting.

Moreover, he also saw that Mr. Yan was very respectful to Xia Mutang. What on earth did the two of them say just now?

"The painting next to it is not very suitable either." Zhang Xingyun mentioned again.

Only then did Xia Mutang notice that this painting was painted by Xia Muqing.

Xia Muqing's paintings can't even wait for the elegant hall, but they can appear here. It's true that money can make people go around.

She really didn't want Xia Muqing's paintings to be hung in such an important art exhibition.

Without Xia Mutang's reminder, Mr. Yan became angry himself: "This is a world-class art exhibition. What do you want to do in this important position by making such unreasonable remarks?"

The person in charge was so frightened that he was sweating profusely: "I will take down all these paintings immediately."

"Hurry up!"