"Painted already."

Qi Tianqiang took the sketch in Shen Jiangxin's hand, and the expression on his handsome face was still cloudy and breezy. "I know."

He knows?

What does that mean?

Shen looked at Qi Tianqiang puzzled. She didn't say much, then nodded. Then she walked quickly to the bedroom, wiped the rain off the ground with a rag, and took a piece of paper and a roll of transparent tape.

"What are you doing?"

"eh?" Shen Jiangxin was puzzled. "Uncle, you haven't left yet?"

"So you want me to leave?"

"No, it's just too late, if you don't go back... Your family will be worried."

"I live alone in...