Chapter 89
Most importantly, painting is still her fondest dream.

At the door, she held her bulging pockets with both hands.

Only a few fingers struggled to take out the key.

I can't bear to put the painting utensils on the ground and get dirty.

She clasped the bag tightly and bent down, fiddling with her fingers inflexibly.

But still can't get in.

After several attempts, the fingers loosened.

"Crash", the key fell to the ground.

"Hey."

She moved away and was about to bend down to pick it up.

A slender hand quickly hooked the key with a flash.

"Thanks---"

Yin Shini turned around, the word "thank you" was stuck in her throat.

Swallowing is neither spitting nor spitting.

She lowered her head almost immediately.

Mu Hanxiao glanced at her coldly, and opened the door.

Throwing the key into her bosom pocket, she walked in.

Yin Shini followed in.

Holding his breath, he passed the sofa he was sitting on and walked quietly to the stairs.

"what?"

Mu Hanxiao sat casually on the sofa.

The outstretched legs rested unruly on the coffee table, looking at the things in her arms probing.

"Nothing, just painting tools."

Afraid that he would not believe it, Shi Ni put the bag on the tea table and opened it for him to see.

Brand new and complete painting tools.

At a glance, it can be seen that the workmanship is exquisite and the price is expensive.

"I paid for this with the money you gave, and I will return it to you later."

(End of this chapter)

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