C181 A Cold-blooded Devil

Inside the gallery, a woman was walking on a horse. She did not know much about paintings. She held Ye Yunsheng's hand and acted coquettishly. "Yunsheng, which one do you think is good? I will listen to you."

Ye Yunsheng smiled gently. "I have agreed to give it to you. Of course I want you to pick it."

The woman shook his hand. "But I don't know."

"Then let the shop assistant explain it to you