He has seen many good paintings and heard some professional insights from them.
He considers himself to have some discernment in this regard.
These paintings are enough to prove that every word Zhou Qiqi just said was true.
The way the elderly couple looked at Zhou Qiqi again was completely different.
In addition to the previous fondness and appreciation, there was an extra layer of indescribable gratitude.
Just then, the door to Zhouzhou's bedroom suddenly opened a crack.
The little girl was holding a new sheet of drawing paper. She seemed to have wanted to come out, but when she looked up and saw that He Wanrou was still there, she immediately shrank back, only revealing a pair of timid big eyes.
Shen Zhenbang keenly sensed his granddaughter's resistance. He frowned and said to He Wanrou in a deep voice:
"Xiao He, why don't you go outside for some fresh air? Don't scare the child here."
"I..."
He Wanrou felt a lump in her throat and almost passed out!
Is she really that scary?!
She's not bad-looking, and she acted quite gentle in front of the little mute boy!
That brat, how could she be so disrespectful to her?!
He's acting so afraid of her; it's practically an attempt to embarrass her!
She was seething with hatred inside, but she had to maintain a docile appearance on the surface. She gave a soft "hmm," lowered her head, and walked out, looking back every few steps.
That silhouette conveyed boundless grievance and sorrow.
His face wore an expression that seemed to be both crying and not crying, as if he had been wronged by a great injustice.
Unfortunately, the elderly couple from the Shen family didn't notice her performance at all.
Their hearts and their eyes were now fixed on that small figure timidly peeking out from the crack in the door.
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