Their eyes met.
Lin Mengyao felt his gaze as if it was fire, scorching her entire being. She quickly turned her head, pretending to survey the room. The wall was adorned with Van Gogh's portraits, but they were all mediocre works.
"You like Van Gogh."
Lin Mengyao's eyes lit up.
"He's my favorite painter. I like his style, but these paintings are all fakes."
The man's lips curved into a very candid smile.
Lin Mengyao was initially somewhat annoyed with him, but now seeing his straightforwardness, she felt he wasn't so bad after all.
"I like Van Gogh too."
Although Lin Mengyao didn't paint, as a young lady of a prestigious family, she often attended art exhibitions. To appear cultured, she had studied a bit about the subject and naturally understood it somewhat.
"Is that so? Then we have something in common."
The man smiled broadly, his attractiveness almost dazzling.
"Hehe," Lin Mengyao laughed without continuing the man's conversation.
"Alright."
