C578 Accompanying.
At the end, it was a painting. It was very familiar. It was Meng Hongchen's painting.
There was not a single sentence that was so ordinary. It was even so ordinary that it was funny. However, Qian Xiaoyi could not laugh no matter what.
Qian Xiaoyi put away the small notebook and looked at Tang Wutong.
Tang Wutong did not say anything. She smiled and nodded, then turned around and left