Jiang Li was still sitting there without moving. Her eyes were still indifferent. It was obvious that she was not interested in any of this.
"Sister, you are amazing. I just don't know how many more winning works you can draw."
She knew very well that there were only a few paintings that she had given to Father Jiang and Mother Jiang.
Jiang Man probably did not have Jiang Li's other works in her hands.
Jiang man's expression froze when she said those words that were neither light nor heavy. She lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and stopped talking.
However, many people at the scene immediately jumped up and pointed at Jiang Li while scolding her.
"Shut up, you only know how to brag. With how amazing Manman is, she will definitely be able to draw better and get more awards."
"That's right. I think she's clearly jealous. Manman's kindness to her has been in vain. She's not even grateful to Manman's kindness."
