This discordant voice belonged to no other than the financial profligate, Lou Manlu. Yes, a profligate.
This was a nickname Miss Wufu had privately given him.
It wasn't for any other reason but because he casually spent one hundred thousand taels to purchase her work. If that's not prodigality, what is?
As for the Baby-Hugging Picture, speaking generously, fifty thousand taels would be the pinnacle price. Yet this profligate simply wouldn't settle. One couldn't fathom his mentality.
Although, admittedly, as the creator, Miss Wufu was delighted that her work sold for such a high price, yet, being realistic, it was exorbitantly prodigal!
It was only when he had jumped out that she realized, the man who had blocked her carriage the night before was none other than him. No wonder he had said that sentence, eager to see what she would carve.
