"Click"

The floor tiles under the foot of Zhongyuan were cracked.

It was very stable all the way over before, but suddenly the bumps were bumpy. Quan was startled and quickly reached out to hold his hand on his shoulder and said in panic: "What's wrong?"

Zhongyuan also said expressionlessly: "It's okay, if the wind blows and sun, there will always be one or two floor tiles cracked, which is normal."

"Oh, oh...so that's it..." Quan was stunned when he heard it, as if he really believed it.

"I've finished trying on clothes, are you taking pictures and drawing?"

"Take photos is also part of the clothing test, but there are also photos of me directly when I was working, and they said they saved them themselves..."

With a "click" sound, it suddenly bumped again.

Quan was not panicked this time: "Has the floor tiles cracked again?"

There was no emotion in the Central Plains: "Yes."

Quan put aside this matter and talked about painting again.

"Drawing is to be a model for an art student. Because a posture lasts for a long time, he usually comes when we are not busy in our store. Later, because of the lack of props, he discussed with me that he was going to his house.

But I heard that his house was a little far away and I didn’t…”

"Boom!"

This time the ground under their feet collapsed.

Quan Zhan hugged Nakaya's neck tremblingly, even if he was slow, he should have found something wrong.

"What... Mr. Nakaya?"

Zhongyuan also listened to his trembling voice and thought to himself: Finally I know I am afraid? Let's see if you dare to do it next time!

I am afraid, I am really afraid, but the reason is different from what I think in Zhongyuan...

Quan said with a painful face: "If you break the road, how much money do you have to pay?"
Chapter completed!