It had been several days since Ling Hong took away Wu Hai's paintings. However, only Ling Hong, grandfather Ling, Yuan Zhou, Jiang Changxi and Yin ya knew about this.
However, none of them said anything about it being a pity. They just watched Ling Hong throw the canvas into the orange flame silently until only some black ashes were left.
That's right. Ling Hong took a video of the fever and then sent it to everyone.
After all, this was Wu Hai's painstaking effort and he should let everyone see it.
In the early morning, Yuan Zhou woke up at 5:00 as usual. With his eyes wide open, he stared at the black ceiling and was stunned for a while before he turned over and got up.
"Whoosh." Yuan Zhou pulled open the curtain and looked outside.
This was Yuan Zhou's habit. Ever since he knew that the granny would come to clean in the morning, the first thing he did when he woke up was to pull open the curtains.
