"Beep—"
A soft sound came from the password lock.
The moment the door automatically swung open, the simple and straightforward furnishings of the room came into view for the two men.
Directly facing him was a lazy sofa. Aside from a few throw pillows, it was piled with all sorts of fluffy stuffed animals.
Shi Weiqing's gaze lingered for a brief moment on a smiling teddy bear among them, his dark eyes flickering imperceptibly.
He approached the long black wooden table, his eyes indifferent as he glanced at the neatly arranged six or seven easels on either side.
The white cloths covering the canvases had long been removed, and the scenes within the paintings revealed themselves before him with no hesitation.
Before he had the chance to appreciate them, a voice wafted over from beside him, gentle as a breeze, intoxicating as fine wine: "These were all painted by Ah-Shi."
