The next morning.

When Li Luo went down to the second floor, he saw Xin Fu again engrossed in his painting. Remembering how he had locked the door on them, Li Luo stalked over, glowering.

This guy. He looked like a bored guy, or actually, a bad guy.

He was just about to drop an impassioned sermon when he was distracted by the canvas. It was no longer chickens being drawn. Today, it was the refining workshop.

There were two people roughly brushed in. Li Luo stared at it.

"Leader," Xin Fu called out proudly, "how's my drawing? I was inspired by you and Mengmeng in the refining workshop yesterday. I call it ‘Taking Root.’"

Li Luo could not believe his eyes. “Damn, locking the door yesterday...