Model? Song Fengwan's fingers, which were stroking the dog's fur, paused. The teacher had requested that the model be someone she was familiar with, so she was also worried about it.
"Yes, but I don't know if Uncle Nian…" She didn't dare to look for Fu Chen to be her model and immediately shifted her gaze to Uncle Nian.
Uncle Nian smiled calmly. "Don't tease me. My old arms and legs hurt just by standing for a while. How can I be your model? Third Master has nothing to do every day. Why don't you look for him?"
"I…" Song Fengwan looked around her. There were a few people in the room just now, but now, they had all disappeared.
They were not fools.
If they didn't leave now, they would be dead meat if Song Fengwan chose one of them to be her model.
She glanced at Fu Chen. "Third Master, you should be quite busy usually. I'll go find someone else."
