C711 Chapter 711

But when he opened the apartment door, the floor he’d cleaned so carefully was covered again with a messy pile of toys and paint supplies.

Xia Bing was sitting in the middle of the living room with an easel set up in front of her. Every time she drew a line on the canvas, she turned to the empty space beside her and said, “See? If you draw it like this, the lines look smoother