"Dad! Why did you let them in?" That man who splashed water from upstairs came down and asked angrily.
"They said that they're here to sketch or something," the mayor sat in the hall and said with dignity.
"How can you believe them! These sons of bit*hes have motives of…"
"Hey brother, we're really here to sketch. We even brought all of our tools. It was my fault that we didn't inform you in advance. The thing is, we made the decision to come here abruptly, and there was no contact information online," Xu Lan explained apologetically.
"Sir, look at this, does it look alike?"
"Yes! I can't believe that someone would paint a portrait of me while I'm still alive," the mayor smiled ear to ear when he saw the drawing board that Sheng Ya passed over.
