Hu Yan's rented apartment had only one bedroom and one living room, and it wasn't very large.
The small living room suddenly fell into an awkward deadlock.
The slightly chubby and plump female painter was now embarrassingly looking for a seam on the ground.
To crawl in, was there a seam that could hide me!
What kind of social suicide scene was this!
She had forgotten that before she locked her tablet, this picture was on it.
Damn it, what should she do now?
She had thought that having been pointed out by her junior for drawing Cheng Zhu had already been the pinnacle of social embarrassment.
But who would have thought that today there was an even more advanced version.
"This is equivalent to dancing right in front of the main character..."
Hu Yan carefully recalled, and she felt that her three most embarrassing moments after growing up were all related to this generous Daddy.
