Gong Jue was angry because the turtle that Little Tuan Zi drew for him was too deceitful. He didn’t know what kind of paint it was, but he couldn’t wash it off even though his face was almost rubbed off.
Now that he was swaggering around with a turtle on his head, he was as depressed as he could be, and as embarrassed as he could be.
Yet, Little Tuan Zi was still pretending to be innocent.
He didn’t know who had learned this trick from!
Seeing that threatening was useless, Gong Jue had no choice but to entice him.
“Gong Ting, tell me honestly what kind of paint you used. I’ll agree to one request of yours.”
Little Tuan Zi said in a serious tone, “How many times have I told you, I didn’t draw it for you. Although, I do know how to get rid of that paint!”
He had studied little miss’medical books seriously and found that kind of unpopular medicinal juice to make pigments. How could he tell his father so easily.
