When Qiao Xian came to the door, Sterling Feng was painting.
He was focused on nothing, with a smile on his lips, and he seemed to be in good spirits.
No matter how reluctant he was, Qiao Xian had to bow first.
"Zuo Yue Wei Qiao Xian, pays homage to the Second Palace Master."
Sterling Feng didn't raise his head or stop painting. From Qiao Xian's perspective, he couldn't see clearly what the other party was painting, but Sterling Feng's smile was transmitted through the tip of the pen into the rattan paper on the desk. The sunshine was warm, and the beauty was writing. , even Qiao Xian, who doesn't like Sterling Feng, can't help but admit that this scene is very touching.
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