Chapter 182

"The door of Stacy's room had nothing to do with it. She drew a lot of drawings, and she was a little tired, so she lay down on the table to rest. Later, she fell asleep unconsciously." "Thera rolled the wheelchair a little lighter. When she reached the bed, she found that Stacy was asleep. He reached out his hand to pick up the drawing she drew on the table. The tip of the pen was delicate and smooth. He could see that it was just a draft, but her idea and design could be seen at a glance. What she wanted to express was." It could be seen that her martial arts skills were very deep. He looked up at her and thought to himself that she was a clothing designer. "Young Master, she is a clothing designer. Mary did not know when she came in. When she saw him holding the picture drawn by Stacy, she came over to have a look. Sure enough, she did not panic. She was a clothing designer. Otherwise, how could she casually draw such an amazing base picture?" Ther