Pei Yuanchen opened the large image.
Under her brush, his body was almost perfect, the lines powerful and graceful.
The corners of his lips twitched slightly.
However, soon, this smile faded to almost invisible.
Pei Yuanchen put the phone back, and at that moment, the phone dinged again.
He had no choice but to pick it up once more.
He Ziyi sent a voice message over.
He pursed his lips and clicked play.
"Uncle Xiaobao, I'm done with the painting. Do you like it?"
The woman's voice, as always, was coquettish, with a hint of hoarseness, making it particularly alluring under the night sky.
...This woman was flirting with him again.
Pei Yuanchen gripped the phone tightly, involuntarily clicking again.
The exact same voice played again in the room.
He slowly exhaled a breath.
He Ziyi boasted about her extraordinary talent, and at this moment, he found himself somewhat agreeing.
