"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
A violent cough sounded heavily behind Su Shijun and her little maid.
Su Ya turned around and saw a familiar face.
She had seen this wax-yellow-faced little old man in the deep office building just a few days ago. He even patted her head with his rough big hand filled with smoke.
Su Ya warned the man with the yellow wax face, wrinkled her nose, and tugged at the corner of the maid's robe.
Su Shijun finally turned around reluctantly.
"Leaving a shadow on the painting is indeed a more advanced magic skill... but for you, who are already a great Wizard, it should not be difficult." Old Yao put his pipe into his pocket and added with a grin, "Moreover, I remember that your Qingqiu should have more exquisite methods, right?"
"I just want to know how to pull a bit of your shadow without your permission and stuff it into the painting." Su Shijun made no secret of her malice: "Ninth Aunt's birthday is coming soon, it seems like it would be a great present..."
