AGT 195 -
"Old Master....."
The maid wanted to inform him that the brush and ink had been prepared, but Zheng Qingfang's gaze glared over and startled the maid. She quickly shut her mouth and quietened her breathing sounds.
Zheng Qingfang was feeling impatient but didn't dare to rush Sun Mo, He could only wait.
Sun Mo stood in front of the writing desk and took a brush made of weasel bristle. After soaking the brush in the ink, he started to draw on the writing paper.
Developing some inspiration? Making up a composition in his mind first? That was all non-existent.
At this time, Sun Mo was only thinking about drawing Lu Zhiruo as accurately and clearly as possible. When people saw the portrait, it would leave a lasting impression on them.
"My papaya girl, I hope nothing bad happens to you!"
Sun Mo was getting anxious. Hence, his strokes were much quicker this time.