The Art Studio Was Destroyed

After Xu Jiaojiao finished her exams, it was still early. It was not even four in the afternoon and the sun was still scorching hot. When she got out of the car, it was as if she was being roasted by a fire.

"Madam, you're back…" The butler looked flustered.

"Yeah, I had an exam today, so I came back early," Xu Jiaojiao explained as she walked forward.

"Madam…" The butler called out to her, still as panicky as before.

Xu Jiaojiao could tell that something was wrong with his expression. "What's wrong?"

"Madam, go to the studio and take a look first!" When the butler said this, his heart was trembling.

Xu Jiaojiao did not know what had happened, but judging from the butler's expression, it did not seem like anything good, so she ran towards the studio.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the studio, she saw Zhou Xiaojie inside. His entire body was covered in paint.

Her art studio looked like a garbage dump.