She turned her head to look at Fang Han, who was holding a teacup and sipping it leisurely.

"How?" Fang Han smiled.

Annie pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I agreed that this painting can't be given to you anymore. Isn't the money for snacks so expensive?"

"I can't really give it to me?" Annie frowned and glared at him.

Fang Han said: "What do you think!"

Anne stared at the painting with some regrets, unable to extricate herself for a long time. This painting is really good, as if it can purify her soul.

Anne said: "Delivered to the gallery, how much do you price?"

Fang Han thought for a while: "How about one million?"

"You're crazy!" Annie's eyes widened: "You're going to lose to me?"

Fang Han said with a smile: "Do you think no one buys it?"

"If you are a famous painter, one million is possible!" Anne shook her head and said, "You have thought that newcomers' paintings have never been sold for a million!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "You understand the market very well?"

Annie said, "Tell me, how much do you want to mark?"

"Then it's two million!" Fang Han said.

Annie snorted, "You're really crazy!"

Fang Han spread his hands and smiled, "That's it!"

Anne stared at him with big eyes, as if she was going to eat him raw.

Fang Han laughed and said, "Do you want to buy it?"

Annie's face changed, and this guy saw through his thoughts again. It was so hateful!

She did have this thought. This painting gave her a stronger feeling than Monet's painting. Appreciating it is a supreme enjoyment that can cleanse her own soul.
Chapter completed!