Guan Yan was stunned for a second, then he reacted and gave him a thumbs up with great admiration.
She was probably convinced, and she was too lazy to argue with Ji Nan. She pursed her lips angrily and motioned him to look at the second floor: "Sun hasn't come down yet."
Ji Nan put his hands on the back of the sofa and said as if it was normal: "She has been busy drawing the design draft for the jewelry competition these two days."
"Is it related to the Nie family?" Guan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked away.
Just at this moment, Gu San came out with the cut vegetables. He passed by the living room and saw the two of them chatting leisurely there, so he called them over to help.
Ji Nan stood up and rolled up his sleeves. Seeing Guan Yan was about to follow him, he said, "I can go over and help by myself. You don't have to come."
Guan Yan was forced to sit back down, and saw the young man lower his head and glance sideways before leaving, and whispered to her: "My father knows what those people in the Nie family are thinking, and he won't let them have the chance to harass Nian Nian... So don't worry! They won't have the chance to mess around in Independent Continent."
"You mean Emperor Ji..." Guan Yan was stunned.
Ji Nan said "hmm" softly, without explaining too much, and walked to the kitchen to help.
Guan Yan was left alone in the living room, lost in thought, still thinking about the meaning of what Ji Nan had said to him before.
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Upstairs room.
Qiao Nian crumpled up the half-finished draft paper countless times and threw the waste paper into the trash can.
In front of her were a drawing board and a stack of clean white drawings, as well as a 2B pencil spinning on the table. The girl slumped in the chair, her back leaning against the chair, her hands hanging at both sides, her face tilted back with her eyes closed, a look of restlessness on her brows.
She hadn't touched this kind of manuscript paper for a long time, and Qiao Nian couldn't find any inspiration for a while. She had been sitting there for a whole day without drawing a satisfactory design.
Aunt Yuan didn't urge her, she just said that if it really didn't work, then forget it.
But the word "no" has not yet appeared in her life dictionary, so Qiao Nian has locked herself in her room since yesterday and wanted to draw the design she wanted before the jewelry competition begins.
Ten minutes passed.
The girl leaned back in the chair, motionless, her dark eyelashes forming a curved arc under the light.
The phone made a buzzing sound on the table.
The girl, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed, moved her fingertips slightly at her side, and then she opened her eyes.
Her dark eyes were clear and cold, and it was obvious that she was not asleep at all.
Qiao Nian sat up straight, picked up the phone he had thrown on the table, glanced at the caller ID on the screen, lowered his eyes slightly, and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Tsk!"
She picked up the phone casually, turned on the speaker, and threw the phone back to its original place, with a look of someone who seemed not to be easily provoked.
"Go ahead."
"looking for me."
There was silence on the other end for about two seconds, as if the person was shocked by her sudden momentum.
But just two seconds later, the person on the other end reacted and confirmed that she really answered his call. He immediately said in a deep voice: "You still know how to answer the phone? I thought you lost your phone and couldn't see me calling you."
Qiao Nian stood up, took a can of Coke, unhooked the pull ring, took a sip, glanced coldly in the direction of the phone, and said indifferently: "If you can't talk, I'm hanging up."
"Wait a moment." Nie Qingru still couldn't help but stop her, fearing that Qiao Nian would get angry and hang her.
After all, Qiao Nian blocked her more than once or twice, and this time she changed her mobile phone number and kept calling her for several days.
(End of this chapter)