The Powerful Young Beast of a Wealthy Family Dotes on His Wife

Night, slightly cool. Xia Jinhan sat in the last row of the lecture hall and was immersed in drawing the design drawings. Her eyebrows were furrowed from time to time, showing her anxiety. Within a moment, the outline of a model appeared vaguely on the messy drawing paper. Xia Jinhan looked up at the watch on her wrist, lifted the hair hanging down from her ears, revealing her smooth forehead, and secretly shouted in her heart: "Ah, it's already eight o'clock, Yaqian should be anxious." Thinking of this, the girl quickly packed up the painting supplies on the desk and stuffed them into her backpack, and quickly walked out of the classroom. The girl trotted all the way to the bus stop, but only saw the last bus away from home...