If even Liang Xinran could not afford to pay for it, as a mere waiter, she would probably not be able to afford it in a few lifetimes.
Liang Xinran bit her lip.
Although Yue Xiu did not deliberately arrange today's matter, she had seized this opportunity. If Liang Xinran was smart, she would give her the conditions she wanted.
As long as she left Gu Jingyuan now, there was still time.
As for the tens of millions, Yue Xiu was going to donate it to charity anyway. It did not matter if this painting was destroyed.
The others were also shocked by this number. Tens of millions was money that many people might not be able to earn in hundreds of years.
Just half a cup of coffee would be wasted here.
It seemed that both the waiter and Liang Xinran were too unlucky.
"Liang Xinran, let's talk in private," Yue Xiu said.
"Miss Yue." Lin Yao interrupted her painting. "There's no need for Liang Xinran to compensate you."
