Su Rong was delighted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against his back, and asked in a low voice, "What is it?"
"You'll know when we get there."
Su Rong could only suppress her curiosity and let him carry her to his study.
When they reached the entrance to his study, Zhou Gu set Su Rong down, opened the door, and led her in.
Upon turning on the lamp, they instantly saw a painting laid out on the table. It was so wide and long that it almost covered the entire surface of the long pearwood table.
Approaching the painting, Su Rong looked at Zhou Gu in surprise and asked, "Is this your birthday present for me?"
"Mm-hmm."
Astonished, Su Rong stared at the painting. "When did you have time to do this?"
Zhou Gu scoffed, "I did it just today."
Su Rong's eyes hadn't left the painting. "Is it because your little cousin gave me two birthday gifts, that you've upped the ante?"
Zhou Gu grunted in response.
