"What not fair?" Nan Luo asked back. He grinned. "There's no rule that said we have to paint all by ourselves, right?"
Feng Ao Si was speechless.
Even if it was true, he didn't really like agreeing to it. Looking at his own painting that didn't seem to be good anymore, he really wanted to throw it away. What a joke. Compared to the painting of both Nan Luo and Nan Hua, his painting looked like a child's play.
Feng Kang Xiang listened to their conversation and peeked into the drawing. He was instantly speechless when he saw the level of art from Nan Luo and Nan Hua. Glancing at his own drawing, which only consist of a room with beautiful decoration, he felt that there was really no harm without comparison.
His painting looked pretty good but it was far from perfect. On the other hand, Nan Luo and Nan Hua's painting looked very real.
"Today is the day I see that I'm nothing more than a frog in a well." Feng Kang Xiang sighed.
