Chapter 582: Buy Candy for A Jin

After leaving the restaurant, the few of them went their separate ways.

Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin went to Lin Tingsong's studio.

Lin Tingsong was sitting in front of the easel; seeing the two enter, he pointed to the nearby sofa and said, "You're here? Have a seat."

He took a document from the tabletop, "This is the semester's project plan; take a look first."

Mu Youyu took the document, and Jiang Liangjin leaned in; the two flipped through a few pages, finding the project difficulty moderate and not unfamiliar to them……

Anyway, they had already finished studying it all.

"Professor, I think these projects are fine," Mu Youyu said, closing the document and giving an affirmative reply.

Jiang Liangjin: "Right."

This semester we'll have nothing to do again.

"Right, I think so too."

Lin Tingsong chuckled, then continued arranging, "The art supplies have already been arranged; if you need anything this semester, just tell your assistant or my assistant."

"By the way, someone wants to buy that painting you displayed at the exhibition earlier at a high price."

Seeing his beloved disciple hesitate without answering, Lin Tingsong wasn't in a rush and handed the decision entirely to her, "You decide; not selling is fine too—I'll turn it down for you."

Mu Youyu lifted her eyes, "Which one?"

Lin Tingsong said a name.

Mu Youyu has painted many works, but she quickly recalled it—that was a piece she herself had spent a week completing; she hadn't originally planned to sell it, just placed it in the exhibition for viewing.

When naming that painting, Jiang Liangjin happened to be beside her, and the scene from that time instantly flashed in his mind.

Mu Youyu opened her lips, "How much is the other side offering?"

Lin Tingsong said proudly, "The base price is over ten million, with no upper limit."

Jiang Liangjin chimed in, "Wow."

Mu Youyu smiled, pinched his waist, and said, "Sell it, and buy A Jin some candy."

Jiang Liangjin gave a low laugh, reached out to pinch her cheek, and said, "Then wouldn't my worth increase by another ten million?"

"Alright, I'll get back to them for you; you two lovebirds can stay here, I'm heading out first." Lin Tingsong shook his head helplessly and left.

Once the person left, Jiang Liangjin rose and began tidying up.

Mu Youyu was sitting on the colorful sofa, scrolling through her phone.

A new WeChat message popped up; the avatar labeled "Yu Ling" lit up: 【Master, have you received the invitation for the Youth Joint Exhibition at C University?】

Mu Youyu: 【Received it】

After a few seconds, the other side sent a longer message: 【I and Senior Nanran also received it! At the time, I have a new set of works to exhibit; could you take a look for me?】

Mu Youyu didn't decline: 【Sure, send it to me when the time comes】

The other side immediately replied with a "clinging to the thigh" emoji; Mu Youyu glanced at it twice, then put her phone away.

Jiang Liangjin had already finished putting things away and was now leaning against the table waiting for her.

Mu Youyu lifted her gaze and saw that the unfinished draft on the wall had been hung up by Lin Tingsong; "The easel seems a bit crooked."

Jiang Liangjin nodded, "Come tomorrow and I'll help you adjust it."

"I'll come by myself tomorrow," Mu Youyu said, walking a few steps to stand before him, "Let's go, it's time to head back."

As the two reached the first-floor lobby, the light at the entrance was mostly blocked by a tall figure.

The person wore a dark gray baseball cap pulled low, revealing only a section of a sharply defined jawline.

His eyes beneath the brim narrowed when they made out the approaching person.

Mu Youyu's steps halted, "Yay, Huaixian brother?"

Jiang Liangjin: "Huaixian brother, what are you doing here?"

This semester, the two continued to keep a low profile when going to school.

"A friend invited me to join an event," Song Huaixian said, putting his phone away, throwing a flirtatious glance, his tone light, "Baby, want to go play with brother?"

Jiang Liangjin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Racing?"