Perfume (2)

Hearing the voice, the man turned his head and looked at the teacher. He was wearing a black mask, and his eyes were like unmelted snow.

"May I ask if you can sell this painting to me?" His voice was soft and cold, but he was extremely polite.

The topic jumped so quickly that the teacher could not keep up with his pace.

Su Cheng did not wait for him to answer. He turned the sandalwood prayer beads in his left hand and slowly rolled up the painting with his right hand.

He walked past the teacher.

"I'll send you the payment later," he said coldly.

The teacher from the art Association looked in the direction that the man had left. Before he could say, " that's not my painting, " he only saw the man's back view, which looked inexplicably lonely.

Three minutes later, the teacher went downstairs and her phone rang.