However, Rong Qi suddenly felt a soothing force on her shoulder at this moment.
Ye Nanshen was standing behind Rong Qi, massaging her shoulder.
Rong Qi's lips twitched and said, "I didn't hear you coming in."
"I worried that I'd interrupted you," said Ye Nanshen. His gaze fell on the drawing on the computer, feeling astonished.
Although Ye Nanshen had seen Rong Qi's skills during the live stream, he did not expect her to be such a talented artist in the world of two-dimensional art. Even with simple lines, it was enough to be awe-inspiring. Such a piece of artwork could easily be worth millions if auctioned.
"Little Qi, who taught you to draw like this?" Ye Nanshen asked.
Rong Qi's eyes flickered slightly, and she casually closed the page as if nothing had happened. She said, "Oh, just a neighbor who is good at drawing. I learned from him for a few days."
