The next day, the most outstanding artist was indeed called to the SI residence.
facing the terrifying si linghan, the artist trembled a little, but he forced himself to finish the lesson while stuttering.
However, when he saw the drawing on the drawing board in front of si linghan, he instantly felt a chill down his spine.
How could there be such a terrifying student?
What was this drawing!
Wasn't si linghan someone who held a gun? shouldn't his hands be very steady? however, the lines on this strange diagram were all bent and he looked extremely impatient. This was the synonym of shaking hands!
young master si, wanwan. "
"What's wrong?" si linghan's gaze was cold. he suddenly raised his head and met his gaze with the gaze of the god of death.
" n-n-not that awkward. " mr. artist looked at si linghan, who was frowning, and his entire being felt like it had been frozen.
in the end, he was brought out while trembling.
