Model?
Song Fengwan's fingers that were stroking the dog's fur paused. The teacher had asked for someone she knew, and she was also worried about this matter.
"Yes, I wonder if Mr. Nian…" How could she dare to ask for Fu Chen? She immediately shifted her gaze to Mr. Nian.
Mr. Nian smiled calmly. "Don't tease me. My old arms and legs hurt just by standing for a while. How can I be your model? Third Master has nothing to do every day. Why don't you ask for him?"
"I…" Song Fengwan looked around. There were still many people in the room just now, but at this moment, they had all disappeared.
They were not fools.
If they didn't leave now, wouldn't they be dead if Song Fengwan targeted him?
She glanced at Fu Chen. "Third Master should be quite busy usually. I'll find someone else."
"I haven't been busy recently." Fu Chen's tone was very calm. "When will you start drawing?"
"Let's start tomorrow night."
