Qiao Sanli hadn't really paid much attention at first, but something about Chang Xingyu's words felt familiar. She turned it over in her little head, then suddenly remembered something.
She looked back at Qiao Simei. Their eyes met, and they immediately understood what the other was thinking.
Could this woman be trying to become their stepmom?
But Chang Xingyu was only six or seven years older than them at most.
Qiao Sanli thought of how her younger sister never cared how old a celebrity was when she was fangirling over them. She figured there was a good chance this was the same sort of thing.
So Qiao Sanli decided to test her. She went ahead and said, "Of course. My dad painted all of these himself. I just collected them."
Chang Xingyu was actually still a student. She'd gone to teach at the school because, while doing her internship, she wanted to find somewhere easy where she could get her internship certificate.
As it happened, a female teacher at her older sister's school had gone on maternity leave, and they temporarily needed a substitute. Chang Xingyu had been the perfect replacement for the class.
Since Chang Xingyu was still a student, she often came into contact with literature and art at school, and she loved both. These poems and paintings had a profound effect on her.
Chang Xingyu didn't bother to check who had answered. Once she had her answer, she simply continued flipping through the collection.
If only one painting had been particularly good, Chang Xingyu would have thought nothing of it. Even an ordinary painter could occasionally find inspiration and produce a painting with a wonderful sense of atmosphere.
But as Chang Xingyu slowly leafed through the collection, she found dozens of paintings like that.
Every painting was