The painting looked like the hell fire was everywhere. The war was going on. Some weird shaped animals were fighting in a land full of magma.
Compared to the fairyland in the corner of the paper, it looked like hell broke down. It was an eye aching painting.
It was absolutely horrifying.
Mu Feng grabbed his head and wanted to scream. 'I am finished. The company is finished. Money is gone. My head will fly over. I can't get a chance to be with my beloved Ying.' He subconsciously rolled in the floor.
"What's wrong with you?" Mu Lan was stunned seeing him like this. Then her eyes fell on the large paper.
Eeww!
She couldn't help but whine in her mind. She said, "Now that's a grand masterpiece. Brother Feng, I have to admit, even a toddler draws better than you."
Mu Feng was verge on crying. He panicked. "Sis, what should I do? What should I do? I destroyed it. How about I bring another large paper? Next time, I think you should do it. I will help others with decoration."
