And those few drops of ink accidentally spilled onto Mo Liancheng's half-finished painting.
Mo Liancheng merely raised an eyebrow, his lips tight, glanced at the painting paper, and casually flipped over another piece of Xuan paper, then continued drawing.
"..." Qu Tan'er was stunned, the black lines on her forehead about to burst out.
No way, just like this?
The next moment, the person grinding the ink continued, and the person painting continued as well.
"Ah."
Another startled cry echoed, and this time the impact was more severe. Another nearly finished painting, due to a certain woman's unintentional but slightly intentional mistake, now had a few large ink spots in addition to its original appearance.
Qu Tan'er raised her eyebrow. The force she used caused the ink to spray out, then spill onto the painting... coincidentally, the painting that a certain Prince had painstakingly worked on, was ruined again.
"Prince, it's all Tan'er's fault, Tan'er was careless."
