Lin Jiao hesitated for a moment before slowly placing her hand on his palm and holding it tightly.
She pressed against his arm and took a step under his lead. The moment she stepped onto the glass floor, her body stiffened.
"Do you know where that painting came from?" Pei Zhi raised his chin at the wall on the left, trying to divert her attention.
"I do." Lin Jiao was very interested in paintings.
Although she was not talented in that aspect, she liked going to galleries to appreciate paintings.
When she talked about this topic, her fear was obviously reduced.
Pei Zhi held her hand and helped her cross the glass floor. Only when the waiter came over did he let go of his hand.
While waiting for Lin Jiao to finish ordering, he asked, "Whose work do you like the most?"
"Claude Monet." Lin Jiao moved the chair forward. "He has a particularly good grasp of the changes in light and color."
