Qin Mu frowned, "Aren't you supposed to submit your work tomorrow?"
"Yes," Shen Jing nodded. "I was planning to work on it tonight. It'll only take me about half an hour, no rush."
Qin Mu was speechless. Honestly, if Shen Jing wasn't his disciple, he would've slapped her silly. Even he takes half a day to plan a composition when he paints, and she says she only needs half an hour?
"Fine, if half an hour is enough for you, then paint in front of me." Qin Mu took out the canvas and paint he carried with him. "It's been so long since I've seen you, my apprentice, paint. Let me see if you've improved."
"But I haven't eaten yet," Shen Jing protested.
"Painting is your spiritual sustenance. Get to it!" Qin Mu urged.
Shen Jing was speechless. Is this the relationship between a master and disciple? So heartless.
