"Da Xia, can I see what you are painting?" Lanying asked with a harmless smile as she approached the little girl.
Jasmine stared at her innocently and didn't know how to react to her request.
The little girl didn't hate Lanying nor did she have any liking towards her. Actually, no one has ever told her to hate her. Not having any particular liking towards her was caused by the little dramas at the dinner table.
Seeing the hesitation in the little girl's sight, Lanying squatted next to her and started to treat her sweetly.
"Da Xia, you have a beautiful sketch here. Can you tell me what this is?" She asked while pointing at one of the sketches in the book.
Jasmine followed her finger to the football she drew and said, "It's a football!"
"Wow! it is pretty, and you got the pattern right!" Lanying said as she clapped her hands.
"Thank you!" Jasmine finally replied with a smile.
