Xu Qing's fingers tightly intertwined, her small face was so tangled that it almost looked like a bun. Her lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't manage to say a word.
Anne looked at her amusing expression and laughed softly, elegantly rising to her feet.
Walking over to the opposite side, she reached out her fingers and gently stroked Xu Qing's head, "It's okay, no need to rush to make a decision. How about we go to your place and see what environment your inspirations usually come from?"
Tian Jing immediately echoed, "Sure, I haven't visited Qingqing's house in a long time either."
Xu Qing stiffened, and under the gaze of the two, could only nod helplessly, "Alright."
...
Room 2202.
"Ding dong—clack—"
The door opened in response.
Xu Qing dejectedly pushed the door open, somewhat sheepishly making a gesture of 'please': "Well... well, come in and have a seat..."
The three stepped into the entryway one after another.
