Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
What?!
Yan Yuan held the wine glass and stood still. The expression on his face was as if he had been struck by lightning.
Xuan Jing did not try to cover up his words, so not only Elder Mrs. Yan and Yan Yuan, but everyone around them heard him clearly.
In just a few seconds, the entire banquet hall fell silent. Xuan Jings personal denial had spread like wildfire, The people who were waiting to see Bai Lin make a fool of herself did not dare to laugh or speak. They could only remain silent.
“Mr. Xuan Jing, what do you an by this? Isn’t this your own painting?” Yan Yuan’s voice even trembled slightly. “Isn’t this the painting of a boy wishing happy birthday that you drew?”
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