Song Fengwan originally thought that she would definitely be nervous and uneasy when interacting with Fu Chen, but after drawing a sketch that night, they got along well.
No matter how eccentric and strange Fu Chen was, he was still a human after all.
In the next few days, when Song Fengwan came to the studio after school at night, Fu Chen was basically there already. The two of them seemed to have formed a tacit understanding. One focused on drawing, and the other cooperated seriously.
Other than the sound of a pencil tracing on paper, there was only the sound of Fu Chen flipping the book's pages in the room. It was quiet and harmonious.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and took out his phone.
A group message.
Someone sent a red packet.
[Single dogs, it's Singles' Day again. Let me show everyone some dog food.]
Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. It was already past midnight, November 11th.
