Duan Fei: "..."
The old Rong patriarch thus left this world.
Duan Fei sat on the couch, furrowing her brows.
Cheng Fang and Sister Juan entered without even noticing.
After a long while, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she hurriedly got up and ran upstairs.
Sister Juan asked, "Assistant Cheng, should we tell the Third Master about today's matter?"
Cheng Fang thought for a moment, "The old patriarch didn't tell me not to tell him."
"So we tell the Third Master?"
"But the Third Master is recuperating from his injury now, he can't be disturbed."
"So what you mean is..."
Cheng Fang said, "Let's wait until the Third Master's injury is a bit better, then I'll tell him."
"Alright."
...
Another week quickly arrived.
Apart from going to the cultural center for work, Duan Fei spent her time immersed in the studio upon returning home.
She had completed the preliminary concept for her competition entry, and now she was rushing to finish the painting.
