Grandma Tao smiled and praised, "I've long heard that the current head of the Zhuang family is a very handsome young man. Now that I've seen him today, I'm really impressed."
Zhuang Liu followed Tan Rou and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Grandma."
Grandpa Tao didn't say anything. He kept writing. He had just finished writing this piece of paper, so he took it away and replaced it with a new piece of paper.
However, perhaps because his hands were tired from writing for a long time, he dripped a few drops of ink on the paper as soon as it was laid out.
Zhuang Liu stood there uneasily. He looked at Tan Rou, but Tan Rou shook her head. She didn't know what her grandfather meant.
"Xiao Zhuang, what do you think of my painting?" Grandpa Tao asked.
