Yu Zimu has been increasingly restless lately, so much so that Mai Qiqi has started to tread carefully around him.
"Chuchu, things are not looking good," Mai Qiqi couldn't help but call Wan Chu'er to report the matter.
After giving it some thought, Wan Chu'er said, "Let's have a meeting. Call Lingling back from her academy too, this afternoon."
"Okay, I'll notify everyone in the studio," Mai Qiqi agreed.
Wan Chu'er arrived early at the studio in Jinhui Imperial Building that afternoon and went straight to talk to Yu Zimu.
Yu Zimu's workshop was very spacious but somewhat messy. He was painting with his head down, but every now and then, he would furiously crumple up a piece of paper and toss it away. The area around the desk was littered with crumpled paper balls.
Wan Chu'er walked over and snatched the pen from his hand.
