Meanwhile, Xue 'er ran into the living room and saw her painting lying on the table.
She picked it up and was about to rub it and throw it away when Lan Yu's body leaned against the door and he said in a calm voice, " "Why throw it away? it's a very good drawing."
Xue 'er suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him. Then, she coughed uncomfortably."I'm not too satisfied."
"the lines are quite smooth, have you drawn it many times?" His tone was still calm, as if he had discussed it with her in the past, without any personal emotions.
xue 'er's lips were tightly pursed, and her fingers flattened the art exhibition again. she lowered her eyes."i won't draw anymore in the future."
lan yu didn't say anything more and just went back to the bathroom to help his son brush his teeth.
she knew that he was not satisfied with her performance.
