Song Fengwan originally thought that interacting with Fu Chen would be nerve-wracking. But after drawing the sketch, which took the entire night, they actually got along quite well.
No matter how many rumors the outside world had about how eccentric Fu Chen was, he was still a human in the end.
For the next few nights, when Song Fengwan went to the art studio room at home after school, Fu Chen was basically already there. The two of them seemed to have formed a tacit understanding. One focused on drawing, and the other cooperated seriously.
Other than the sound of the carbon pencil drawing on the paper, the only other sound in the room was Fu Chen flipping the pages of a book. The ambiance was quiet and harmonious.
Suddenly, Fu Chen's phone vibrated. He narrowed his eyes and took out his phone.
It was a message in his group chat.
Someone just sent a red packet in the group chat.
