"I'm out of inspiration recently, I don't want to paint." Rong Qingqing found a perfectly good reason.
"No problem, in a couple of days, I'll go with you to see some art exhibitions and listen to concerts, you can slowly find your inspiration." Shen Jue understood that many artists draw their inspiration from emotions.
Rong Qingqing got her heart broken by Shen Xingwei, and she hasn't picked up her pen for a long time, so he believed her when she said she had no inspiration.
At this moment, all that was left in Rong Qingqing's heart was a giant hammer, which she just wanted to slam onto Shen Jue.
"I'm heading out."
Rong Qingqing didn't want to stay in the study room looking at a bunch of tools she couldn't figure out, so she left Shen Jue behind and walked downstairs.
Just as she reached downstairs, the butler came in.
"Miss Qingqing, the driver from the Rong Family is at the door, saying it's Mr. Rong's wish to have you back for afternoon tea."
