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The next day, Sunday.
Su spent the entire morning on the desk in his room, editing the dozens of paintings that elder ye had sent.
The more he changed, the more he felt that he was losing out.
Su Xing was sprawled on the bed behind her, his hands under his chin, his legs crossed, and his headphones on. He was looking at his phone in high spirits.
Usually, her small mouth would chatter, but today, she was much quieter.
Sue had finally finished the last painting. She rubbed her temples and asked Su Xing without looking back, " "What are you looking at? You're so engrossed?"
Last night, after the event ended, su walked past Su Xing's room and saw that the light was still on.
The little guy was not asleep at all. He must be looking at his phone.
At this moment, she was wearing her headphones and was so fascinated that she didn't hear her sister's question at all. Sometimes she frowned, sometimes she was overjoyed.
