Two days later, Cheng Ling's gallery opened. As Cheng Ling's only "sister," Jian Xi drove to Skaro City early in the morning.
The gallery was rented not far from Fusheng Gallery, and it took only a few days from leasing to decoration, thanks to Ming Wei's efficiency.
Besides spending money and signing papers, Cheng Ling practically did nothing. Even the paintings were hung one by one by Ming Wei, lifting them on a stepladder.
"Cheng Ling, all the paintings are hung. Do you want to bring over one of Bi Qing's paintings to bring good fortune to your shop?" Ming Wei asked with a shy smile.
"No need," Cheng Ling said, contentedly admiring his small gallery, in a very good mood. So, he wasn't as harsh on Ming Wei.
"Have you thought of a name for the gallery?"
"Not yet, I'll wait for my sister to come up with one."
While they were talking, Jian Xi arrived. She brought a large bouquet of flowers, "Cheng Ling, congratulations!"
"Sister!"
