Chu Mo never thought that Lu Xiaoxiao would wake up at this time and come here.

His sharp, knife-like eyes swept across the left and right faces, and those who wanted to squeeze in to see the lively people suddenly dispersed. Nobody dared to tell Lu Xiaoxiao in front of the ink, even if they looked at them more, they were afraid to provoke the ink, so they went to see the paintings collectively.

There are no uninteresting people, Chu Mo holds Xiaoxiao's shoulder in both hands and asks disapprovingly, "Why did you come down? They didn't tell you I let you rest in the studio. Is there me here?"...