Chapter 610: Gu Yundong’s Painting

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Editor: Henyee Translations

Mountain Elder Qi cleared his throat, glanced at Gu Yundong, and said, “Miss Gu, the school ends at 17:00 in the Tianhai Academy.”

His words were very obscure.

Gu Yundong nodded. “Yes. Before I came here, my father had also asked around. School is a little late in the summer, and it will be an hour earlier in the winter.”

The mountain elder was speechless. Why didn’t she understand? Where did her intelligence go? Or was he being too vague?

He coughed lightly and gave up on himself. He said openly, “Miss Gu, time is quite tight. You have to return those paintings before the school ends. Shouldn’t you make some moves?”

Qj Ting scoffed. His grandfather was clearly going easy on him.

But in the next moment, Gu Yundong nodded. “Grandpa Mountain Elder is right. It’s better to return them as soon as possible.”

After saying that, she sat in front of the table, spread out the drawing paper, and read it carefully and seriously.

“Miss Gu, your father promised to return the painting before the school ends. We understand that he doesn’t want to go back on his word and deceive the students, but we can’t let you fool us, right?”

“Miss Gu, if your father really can’t do it, it’s not a big deal to return the paintings and apologize.”

“That’s right. It’s too disrespectful to write on someone else’s painting so casually.”

The mountain elder frowned and turned his head to glare at his grandson and the other students. “Alright, what are you all talking about? Miss Gu hasn’t said a word and you’ve already lambasting him. All of you aren’t young anymore. What if you scare her?”

As soon as he spoke, the others immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

Weren’t they too anxious and afraid that she would destroy someone else’s things? They didn’t really want to scare her.

Gu Yundong was helpless. She unfolded the painting of horses that her father had left behind before he left. “I drew this painting. The artist that my father mentioned is me.”

Mountain Elder Qi: ???

The others:!!!

‘What are you talking about? The wind’s too strong. I don’t think I heard you properly.’