Su Junhao joked with a smile.
Qin Yin followed with a laugh, "If you guys have time, can you tell me more about Nan Sichen's childhood?"
"Huh? Didn't you already know Achen when you were little? Do you still need us to tell you?"
"I wasn't close to him when we were kids." Qin Yin felt awkward.
"You weren't close? We all thought you two were super close. Back then, he loved watching you draw. Don't you remember?" Su Junhao curiously glanced at Qin Yin through the rearview mirror.
Qin Yin shook her head in confusion.
"He even said you gave him several paintings. You have no idea—there was this one with a blood-red cloud that he treated like a treasure. One time, I just took it out to look at, and he gave me a good beating for it..." Su Junhao laughed as he spoke, "Can you imagine? He had this cold expression while saying, 'Give it back.' I didn't, so he really threw punches at me."
