"What's 'Nius' silk? Cow hair?"
Even though Zuzi didn't look up, she could sense someone staring at her, fussing about some "Nius" silk.
Bao Gucheng shot an annoyed glance at the old man, who was staring at Zuzi without blinking.
Then, languidly said, "Hmm. He's implying your hair looks like shredded beef."
As a tutor, he believed in teaching students based on their individual needs, rather than mechanically explaining that "Muse" means goddess.
The old man wanted to flatter, claiming that my woman was the muse of that old geezer of his?
Ha, in his dreams!
At this moment.
Ma Xiaogang clutched the script, staring at Zuzi. The more he looked, the more he felt the image of Nuwa was vividly coming to life on paper, as if carved from the same mold.
That feeling was spot on, lazy, casual, yet exuding an aura of authority.
The first female Creator God since the dawn of time!
How had he been so foolish before not to consider inviting Zuzi to act?
She was so perfect.
