Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

"Thump thump dash dash," a series of urgent footsteps sounded in my ears, and without thinking, I knew who it was coming down.

Looking up, I saw Misaki Saki, holding a canvas board that was as large as her upper body, running over to this side with her body tilted.

Her adorable little face was filled with a joyful smile.

After she set the canvas board aside, I noticed madam was on a video call with Rika Onodera, jolting and jumping close to the camera lens,

"Rika!"

"Sister Misaki!"

The crisp and lively voice came from the phone, and Rika Onodera, seeing Misaki Saki, also showed a very happy smile.

"Sister Misaki, I have already framed the drawing you gave me!"

As she spoke, the little girl hugged her phone and, with a similar "dash dash dash" sound, ran from this little room into another small bedroom where, on a small desk, was prominently displayed a handmade picture frame, holding the gift Misaki Saki had given her.

Mariko Akiyama had started making the picture frame the moment she got the drawing paper and, taking the opportunity while the little girl was asleep, she had successfully completed it.

"Rika, you're so amazing!" cheered Misaki Saki, giving the little girl a thumbs up.

"Hehe!"

After returning home, Rika Onodera had also recovered from the sorrow of parting with her mother.

Reiko Onodera, witnessing this scene, looked at the young girl with eyes filled with tenderness and gratitude.

"In a bit, I'll show you something even more amazing!" Misaki Saki smiled mysteriously.

"Okay, okay!" Rika Onodera was very cooperative.

It was only then that madam noticed the huge canvas board the young girl had placed beside the sofa, its contents shrouded in white cloth, very mysterious.

Even Chiba Shimizu couldn't help but look up.

According to Miss Chiba's original character, she should have been indifferent to these things, but she was willing to spend more time understanding and observing the people in this villa.

Seeing that she had attracted everyone's attention, Misaki Saki giggled with excitement, like a villain whose plans had succeeded!

"Come on, don't keep us in suspense," said Haruka Yuzan, who had already seen the semi-finished product but still found the young girl's behavior amusing.

"Humph!" Misaki Saki snorted at the spoilsport comment but felt that the atmosphere had been heightened enough and chose not to bicker with the boy.

She grasped the white cloth with her small hands and yanked it down forcefully, revealing a life-sized oil portrait of herself.

In the painting, madam sat on a chair, wearing her usual white long-sleeved shirt and jeans, her beautiful eyes tenderly looking forward.

Her pretty face, perfect figure, and gentle temperament were all perfectly captured in the young girl's painting,

"Sister Reiko, happy birthday, this is my birthday gift to you!"

Misaki Saki stood beside the canvas board, hands on her hips, looking very satisfied with her work,

"How is it, do you like it?"

Reiko Onodera's eyes showed surprise as she clearly did not expect such a painting from the young girl, followed by a deep sense of being moved,

"Thank you, Misaki, I really like it."

Today had been the most perfect birthday she had ever had and a blissful day in her life.

She believed that no matter what happened in the future, today's scenes would always be etched in her heart.

Not just madam, even Miss Chiba was surprised.

"Wow!" came Rika Onodera's praise from the phone screen, "Sister Misaki, you're so amazing! It's so beautiful!"

The sweetness of the little girl's voice sent Misaki Saki soaring with pride, her small frame standing even straighter, her head held so high that Haruka couldn't even see her face,

"Hahaha, it's really nothing special! As long as Sister Reiko is happy, that's all that matters. This is just a small thing, no need to keep praising me, Rika! I'm afraid I'll become arrogant!!"

Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but laugh at this sight, afraid of being arrogant? She was practically floating to the ceiling.