Old Professor Zhou was very angry.
His face was livid, and he directly questioned him.
As soon as he said it, vice president Gu's face also darkened.
The smile on his face was also cold. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the painting in his hand, then turned his head to look at his daughter.
He lowered his eyes and laughed.
"Old Zhou, you really know how to joke. How could this not be painted by Qingqing? Look at her pen name on it."
Coincidentally, Gu Qingqing's pen name was Little Eleven.
Wasn't the three words little eleven clearly written on it?
He shook his head and looked at Professor Zhou with a smile. Then, he spoke with a calm expression, "I don't know what Elder Zhou heard or was misled by others, but we are all elders. Seeing that the child drew well, we naturally should be happy. Don't you agree, Elder Zhou?"
He almost directly said that Elder Zhou was jealous of Gu Qingqing!
