Chapter 7: The Monkey Can’t Outplay Sister Guanyin
Looking at He Fang sitting quietly with her hands on her lap, appearing like a demure lady, Qin's Mom was in a great mood, "You young people chat, I should go buy groceries. He Fang, stay for lunch, okay?"
"No need to trouble yourself, Auntie, I'll sit for a bit and then head back." He Fang quickly waved her little hand.
"Do you have something later?" Qin's Mom glanced at Qin Guanglin and asked.
"Huh?" Qin Guanglin, still trying to pull the conversation back on track, instinctively replied, "Not really."
"Then stay for lunch. You're Lin's friend, don't be a stranger; it's settled." Qin's Mom turned to grab a basket.
He Fang finished the glass of water in front of her just as Qin's Mom headed out with the basket.
"Let's go, show me your studio." He Fang stood up with a grin, looking at Qin Guanglin.
"This way." Qin Guanglin got up and checked his watch; it was not even eleven yet, what lunch?
"Very artistic vibe." He Fang walked in and glanced around. Draft papers and ink were scattered everywhere, with only a small area in front of the easel being somewhat tidy.
"Uh..." Qin Guanglin scratched his head. But He Fang continued moving, bending down to sort the discarded drafts on the floor.
"Hey, I'll clean it up when I have time." He quickly spoke up; how could he let others do his cleaning?