Zhang Mengyao nodded, sat down next to him, and asked curiously, "Lin Xian, I didn't expect you
to be so good at painting. How come I've never heard of it before?"
"Maybe I'm just more low-key, like how you didn't know I could play guitar before," Lin Xian
laughed softly.
Zhang Mengyao thought about it and found it quite reasonable.
In her impression, Lin Xian was indeed very low-key, not standing out in high school,
quiet and reserved.
If she hadn't come into contact with him through Yan Xiaoman, she would never have discovered
how interesting and talented he was.
Thinking of Yan Xiaoman, Zhang Mengyao suddenly pouted, "Lin Xian, can you not paint
for other girls in the future... If you must, don't make it so good."
After saying that, Zhang Mengyao felt a little guilty.
She thought her request was somewhat unreasonable since Yan Xiaoman was Lin Xian's
official girlfriend.
