Yan Xiu was not concerned about the fact that everyone was already downstairs.
At this moment, he was sitting in his room and looking at the manuscript in front of him that had not been touched for a few days. He was in deep thought.
Although his works were very popular every time they were released and he had even won many awards, it was not like Yan Xiu wouldn't lack inspiration, such as now.
Regarding the design of the skirt and even the waist, Yan Xiu frowned and couldn't come up with a good result.
Just as he was thinking hard, his cell phone suddenly rang.
"…?" Yan Xiu looked at his cell phone slowly. Although there was no expression on his face, he seemed to be puzzled as to why someone was still sending him a message at this time.
