C67 He Could Only Choose One

There was no sound in the apartment. The incandescent light was shining brightly, which made Su Qingyang, who walked in from the outside, feel a little uncomfortable. He blinked and walked to the studio on the second floor.

The hall was filled with painting racks. The colorful paint was all over the place. The painting rack with the starry sky was placed in the most conspicuous position