Chu Qi stood at the side, quiet as a statue.
The room was silent except for the occasional soft rustling of paper balls falling onto the floor.
Only when the paper balls started forming a pile on the floor did Chu Qi raise his eyes and look toward the man behind the table.
Master seemed to be different today. His face was as calm as usual, but he could not hide the disquiet in his eyes.
Chu Qi rolled his eyes thoughtfully. Was Master behaving so unusually because of Second Miss Lu?
After thinking for a moment, he bent down to pick up a paper ball from the floor and gently uncrumpled it.
It was a picture of a young girl resting her head and arms on a table.
Whoever painted this was very skillful, as the person portrayed seemed to come to life on the paper.
His gaze was moving toward the girl's face when he was suddenly no longer holding anything in his hands, and a man's angry voice sounded in the room.
"Chu Qi!"
