The little bun subconsciously looked at his mother.
Ning Xi smiled and kiss the little bun's cheek. "Go! Go play with Grandfather for a while!"
She was really speechless at Lu Jingli and felt quite worried for his future children!
When he heard Mommy's words, the little bun nodded, then clumsily walked over to the elder. He had noticed earlier that the grandfather's study room had many drawings, and now he could not help but look up to admire them.
"You like them?" When he observed the way the little guy stared at them in awe, Song Jin asked with an unexpectedly gentle expression.
The little bun nodded, indicating his inclination for art.
"You know calligraphy? I mean...writing with the calligraphy brush, do you know how to?" Song Jin asked again.
The little bun continued to nod.
"Then...do you know how to draw?" Song Jin asked again. This time his tone had a discrete sense of nervousness.
The little bun nodded again.
