Although he was painting very quickly, his work was hard to compliment.
Fortunately, he was up against this little boy, so he didn't need to produce a beautiful painting.
On the contrary, the uglier the painting, the better. He smiled slyly as he drew.
He didn't care much about the boy's painting as he assumed the boy couldn't possibly paint very well.
At school, most of the artistic students in his class were girls. How good could a boy around the same age paint well?
He didn't think it was possible.
Kang Weizhen couldn't help but look over curiously…
When she saw the little boy's drawing, her pupils constricted and she felt shocked. Then the strange feeling in her heart kept spiraling, becoming stronger and stronger.
