The guest room was spacious.
There wasn't a lot in it, just a set of couches, a table, and some art pieces on the wall done by the children.
The Head pointed at one of the art pieces and introduced them to it. "Xia Ling drew this one."
Li Lei went forward and took a closer look. Done in crayon, it was a drawing of a flower field in spring. "It's pretty well done." He commended. "Very talented for a child."
Xia Ling side-eyed him. Realizing that he genuinely liked the art piece, she smiled a little. The art piece wasn't extraordinary. The orphanage couldn't afford to hire an art teacher for them and surely did not expect any of these children, who could barely secure three square meals a day, to be able to excel in art. Spending money on it would simply be a waste of resources.
There was nothing very commendable about the art piece.
