With inspiration, Yan Xiu's efficiency could be said to have increased exponentially.
It only took a few hours and Murong Qiao could leave to sit in the warm living room of the Murong Residence.
"Fourth Young Master looks very happy." Uncle Yang brought her a cup of hot tea.
Murong Qiao thanked him politely and took the teacup to warm her hands.
Hearing Uncle Yang's sigh, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the stairs on the second floor.
After returning, Yan Xiu shrank back into his studio and there was no more movement.
Murong Qiao was puzzled. "Happy?"
She thought about Fourth Brother's expression just now. It was cold and serious. At most, he was a little more focused when painting.
Murong Qiao found it magical that Uncle Yang could tell if Yan Xiu was happy or not.
"Of course," Uncle Yang explained with a smile. "It's rare to see him not angry when he wakes up."
