Chapter 277: In Case It's a Brat

Out of the phone booth, Qin Guanglin took a deep breath.

The weather was too cold; the snow hadn't melted, and white wisps of cold fog drifted from his mouth into the air.

Anyway, he felt much more at peace.

He strolled back to his building, took a turn, and continued walking all the way home, where Qin's Mom was frying small dried fish, peeking out with a spatula in hand, "Where's He Fang?"

"With a little... friend shopping."

"Little friend?"

"Friend."

Qin Guanglin replied and went straight into the art studio.

"Will you eat here at noon?" Qin's Mom shouted toward the closed door of the art studio.

"No."

"Oh."

After getting her answer, Qin's Mom returned to the kitchen with her spatula, continuing to fry her small dried fish.

Qin Guanglin sat in front of his drawing board, changed to a new blank sheet, and thought for a moment with pen in hand, writing and drawing intermittently while occasionally pausing to close his eyes and ponder.