By then, Fu Han's painting was in its final stages of completion, and it could be finished with just a few more adjustments.
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed as she followed the scream with her gaze towards the French window outside, just below was the garden she had just used for reference, and at the garden's entrance at this time stood a person, someone she recognized, but hadn't expected to see here.
"Su Cheng?" Fu Han muttered softly, "What is he doing here?"
He Xing had already closed the book in his hands and walked over to stand beside Fu Han, following her line of sight to look outside.
Su Cheng was standing at the entrance of the He Family's villa, desperately trying to get in, forcefully shaking the gate with a servant standing inside talking to him, probably trying to persuade Su Cheng to leave.
