An Yuxin looked forward to Mrs. Qiao expectantly.
Mrs. Qiao, dignifiedly seated at the chief seat, watched An Yuxin confidently dominate the stage with a smile full of satisfaction in her eyes.
That girl Yuxin truly did not disappoint her; being able to give such a perfect answer, she believed Chengxun would definitely be satisfied.
As long as Chengxun gave this painting to Yuxin, it would become the token of their engagement. Then, she would think of some ways to match them up, and their marriage would be within reach.
Below the stage, everyone was shocked.
"So this is the solution to the mystery of 'Luo Liu,' it really does match the feelings depicted in the painting."
"Truly worthy of being the Mayor's daughter, she actually figured out the mystery of the painting, that's amazing!"
"Oh no, Mrs. Qiao seems very pleased. It looks like An Yuxin is going to be Mrs. Qiao Junior. We might as well call it a night!"
"An Yuxin is too smart; I am completely convinced by my loss."
