Good Omen

Seeing Xu Jiaojiao's helpless expression, Qi Shenbai gently smiled and rubbed her head.

"Alright, if you don't want to show me, then don't. I'm going to take a shower now. Rest early."

Qi Shenbai got up and walked upstairs.

After watching Qi Shenbai leave, Xu Jiaojiao picked up her phone and logged into Weibo.

Weibo was very popular a few years back, so Xu Jiaojiao had created an account. However, she had not used it much in recent years. She only occasionally posted her paintings on it or left a few personal anecdotes.

As time went by, though, she slowly gathered more fans on Weibo. Now, she had more than 150,000 followers. She was now a minor celebrity in the Weibo art world.

A few publishing houses even asked to collaborate with her. Many people tried to commission her, but her schedule was just too full.

Xu Jiaojiao typed out a paragraph and posted it.