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Ouyang Lingruo's eyes fell on the object tightly held in Ye Jingzhi's hand. A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He asked with a hint of sarcasm: "What is this, Mr. Ye? Can I have the honor to see it?"

Ye Jing subconsciously tightened his grip on the painting, forcing a slightly stiff smile onto his face. He said nonchalantly, "It's just an ordinary painting, nothing special, nothing to look at."

Ouyang Lingruo refused to give in. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes gradually became deeper, as if he wanted to see through Ye Jingzhi's thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to ask, "What kind of simple painting could make you, Mr. Ye, hold it in your hands like a treasure? Mr. Ye, please don't be so stingy. I only have such a small request, can't you satisfy me for a little while?"

Ye Jingzhi's expression seemed to freeze at that moment. He then frowned and said firmly, "No! There's really nothing special about this painting. Don't ask."

Seeing this, Ouyang Lingruo smacked her lips and said with feigned regret, "That's such a pity. I'm quite curious about what kind of painting would catch Mr. Ye's eye."

Ye Jingzhi waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and let's get down to business."

After that, the two of them walked into the coffee shop together, slowly sat down at the seat by the window, and prepared to start talking about business.

At this time, the waiter came over cautiously with two cups of coffee.

But somehow, maybe he accidentally tripped or something, the tray suddenly tilted and the coffee spilled out instantly.

Some of the coffee fell squarely onto Ye Jingzhi's straight suit, instantly creating a stain on the dark suit.

On the other side, Ouyang Lingruo reacted quite quickly. He dodged in time and was not affected by the coffee.

The waiter panicked, his face flushed, and he apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, gentlemen! I...I can help you get your clothes cleaned, and I'll compensate you for any losses you've caused!"

Ye Jingzhi looked at his soiled suit, his brows furrowed tightly, his heart raging with anger, but he still managed to hold it in and said, "No, President Ouyang, wait a moment. I need to go to the bathroom to take care of something."

After saying that, he immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

Seeing this, the waiter hurried over and said with a guilty look on his face, "Sir, let me help you. This is all my fault. Please let me make it up to you."

Ye Jingzhi waved his hands repeatedly as if avoiding the plague, and said stiffly: "No! Don't follow me, I can handle it myself."

The waiter was a little overwhelmed by his attitude and could only stop and turn to look at Ouyang Lingruo, his eyes full of help.

Ouyang Lingruo sighed softly and said to the waiter, "Please clean up the things here first, and then ask someone to pour us two more cups of coffee."

The waiter nodded as if relieved, and quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'm really sorry, sir, for causing you trouble."

Ye Jingzhi frowned and hurried to the bathroom to deal with the mess of being splashed with coffee. The waiter also hurried away with a guilty look on his face to clean up the mess.

At this moment, in the huge coffee shop, only Ouyang Lingruo and the mysterious scroll on the table were left.

Ouyang Lingruo's eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, tightly glued to the scroll. It felt like there was a kitten scratching his heart, and curiosity was growing like wild weeds.

Finally, he couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side. Then he carefully reached out and slowly opened Ye Jingzhi's painting.