After securing the model, Pei Yuanchen turned to look at He Ziyi.
His eyes seemed to be veiled with a layer of shattered ice.
Ziyi's lips moved slightly: "Uncle Xiaobao…"
"Now that we have a model, you don't need to worry about explaining things to your class monitor." Pei Yuanchen said, his voice so calm it was devoid of any emotion, "You should go quickly."
"Uncle Xiaobao, are you angry…" He Ziyi twisted her fingers, feeling quite uneasy, "I'm sorry."
Pei Yuanchen suddenly chuckled: "So, do you know where you went wrong?"
Ziyi thought for a moment, then explained in a low voice: "Is it because I didn't clarify that there would be seven or eight people drawing you…"
Pei Yuanchen tightened his lips.
After a long while, he shook his head, his voice cold and crisp: "No."
Ziyi glanced at him, her expression a bit bewildered.
Pei Yuanchen looked at her in this state, and suddenly all his anger dissipated without him realizing it.
Only a cold self-deprecation remained.
