Qu Tan'er decided to take a sorrowful route, lowering her voice, and adding some nasal tones as well. The last sentence even faintly sounded like a sob.
After speaking, she suddenly covered her face with her small hand and cried as she ran away—towards the door.
"Master, wait for me," Jing Xin called out as she saw Qu Tan'er leave, and immediately ran after her.
"Prince, it's all my fault, so I will take my leave as well," Yun Youlian said to Mo Liancheng. Still fuming, she didn't want to let Qu Tan'er off that easily and followed her out.
"Eighth Brother, aren't you going to watch the show?" Mo Jingxuan stifled a laugh, glancing at Mo Liancheng, but his eyes were fixed on the door, afraid he might miss some fascinating scenes.
"My painting is good, don't you think?" Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow, ignoring Mo Jingxuan's words. He leisurely set up the completed painting so that Jingxuan could see it more clearly.