An accident

However, Jiang se seemed to really like ou miaosheng's paintings. She glanced at Jiang se, who had her head lowered. This girl was reserved and rarely showed such a look of suppressed disappointment. Xia Chaoqun frowned.

"If you really like it and have money, I'll help you ask around."

Although ou Miao Sheng didn't have many paintings, Xia Chaoqun had a wide network. If he were to throw away his face, there would definitely be people who would be willing to part with them.

"Thank you, sister Chaoqun."

Naturally, Jiang se did not feel sorry for ou miaosheng's painting.

She was just feeling sorry for her past life, and from this painting, she thought of her current self.