"Oh, what are you doing? You're already on vacation, why are you doing this?" Mother Jiang felt very distressed.

Jiang Nansun stopped Mother Jiang from packing up the drawings for her: "Mom, stop moving, I will be of use later."

"Oh, what are you doing so hard for? Isn't it just a part-time job? Our family doesn't lack that kind of money." Jiang's mother poked Jiang Nansun's head and complained.

Jiang Nansun pulled Jiang's mother to the bedside and sat down: "I know that my family is not short of this money, but this is a good opportunity. Mom, look at so many houses, they will be decorated according to my design in the future, and these

The houses will also be rented to many people who need them. Think about it, these people have all lived in the houses I designed and decorated. Doesn’t it feel very fulfilling?”

Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Nansun's eyes shining, and her heart was filled with pride.

"It's great, but you can't ignore your health when working. What will you do if your body gets damaged if you continue like this?"

Jiang Nansun comforted: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Don't worry, Mom, I'm old enough and I know what I'm doing and I'll take care of myself."

"You." Mother Jiang couldn't help her daughter, so she had no choice but to close the door and go downstairs to ask Aunt Jia to make a pot of black-bone chicken soup for Jiang Nansun.

Father Jiang saw his wife coming down, but did not see his daughter. He asked curiously: "Where is Nansun? Why didn't he come down?"

Mother Jiang just said calmly: "It's nothing, she is busy drawing drawings."

"What's the point of this child, looking at a bunch of broken drawings all day long? I've cultivated so many interests and hobbies in her since she was a child, but she just likes those broken bricks and tiles." Jiang's father slapped his forehead in annoyance.

Mother Jiang didn't bother to argue with him, so she got up and went to drink tea for some quiet time.

Upstairs, Jiang Nansun finished drawing a drawing and stretched. Suddenly a thought came to his mind: "What is that guy doing?"

By some strange coincidence, he dialed Qin Hao's number.

"Hello."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Qin Hao's bored yawn came from the other end of the phone: "Nothing to do. I just finished the decoration design drawings for the two hundred houses and am getting ready to go to bed. What about you? Have you finished the drawing?"

Jiang Nansun's first reaction was, it's impossible, it's only been a few days? How could Qin Hao paint so fast? She has only painted more than thirty sets here.

"Dang, of course the painting is finished." Jiang Nansun said guiltily.

"Oh, that's good. I'm exhausted. Let's take a nap first."

Jiang Nansun was furious when he heard the busy signal on the other end of the phone. Today was New Year's Eve. When he called him, he only cared about the drawings and didn't even say Happy New Year!
Chapter completed!