Uncle loves painting, excelling in both Western paintings and literati landscape paintings. I heard people outside call him the Painting God or Painting Immortal.
So, even if Tuanzi doesn't like Uncle, he's somewhat influenced by him, and there are painting tools in his room, including a small utility knife.
Tuanzi held that meticulously cleaned utility knife, his small, pretty brows furrowing into a series of lines, showing extreme hesitation.
How about... giving it a try?
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Feng Huaijin drove to Jianghai University. Since today was Friday and the students were on break, there were very few students on campus.
Feng Huaijin got out of the car and looked at Su Li waiting early under the streetlight not far away, suddenly letting out a light laugh: "Are you planning to treat me to the student canteen? Su Li, aren't you a rich lady? So stingy?"
Just as Su Li wanted to say that the money was his, a small figure appeared in their line of sight.
