As Sunday passed, a new week quickly arrived.
Cheng Zhirang indeed brought that electronic gift bundle to the little villa, and Mu Qiu sat cross-legged on the floor, studying each item, wearing a pair of silver round-frame glasses, looking just like a student.
Cheng Zhirang stood by the floor-to-ceiling window taking a call, with the scorching sunlight nearly piercing through his white shirt.
Today, he was heading to the studio.
Mu Qiu glanced up at him twice, then lowered her head to continue with her own studies. The post-it notes and pen she took everywhere were beside her, and music was playing from her phone on the coffee table.
She wasn't picky about the music she listened to; various pure music could loop for a long time. As long as a song could stir her emotions, it could inspire her creativity and was worth listening to repeatedly.
Her hands kept fiddling with the little electronic gadgets when a pair of black slippers walked over in front of her.
