So... no one else... has any way, but to leave Qin Mu to find his own repentance.
Thinking about it, Jian Ran can't help but feel a bit sorry for Mu Wan...
So sorry... so sorry.
"Alright... I'm a pregnant woman... the greatest in the world, Qin San, the sketching class and design class often have joint sessions, so I'll get acquainted with your wife... I think, if you have any... intelligence, you might want to... establish a good relationship with me now!"
With that, Jian Ran smiled smugly, looking quite pleased with herself.
Thinking about being childhood friends with Qin Mu's wife, going to and from school together every day, Jian Ran felt quite good.
So... Even though the painting content is different, picking up the paintbrush brings a similar feeling.
Sketching on her own isn't as good as Mu Wan's, but she can seek advice from Mu Wan on how to do it.
Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, making them look even more profound... deeper.
If said like this... it sounds not bad.
