C295 Lone Male and Female

The door to the study slowly opened and a middle-aged woman walked in, whom he addressed as his mother. Behind her was a servant girl holding a steaming bowl of ginger soup.

Qin Jinling was still immersed in his own painting, and he didn't even look like the person he was looking at.

The middle-aged woman smiled, seemingly satisfied with Qin Jinling's seriousness. She walked slowly to the desk