"Father, I did something wrong!"
Xuan Xi pulled Lin Xuan's hand timidly.
Her little mouth and nose twitched, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Lin Xuan looked at the oil stains on the canvas carefully.
With his grandmaster-level painting skills, he was extremely familiar with how to deal with this tainted painting.
So he rubbed the little girl's head gently. "It's okay, this isn't a big problem."
Before Lin Xuan could speak again, Donghuang Deye said, "Yes, it's okay. It's just a little oil stain."
Su Qinghua went forward and touched Xuan Xi's head. She smiled gently and said, "Baby, don't take it to heart."
"But, Your Highness, you're very beautiful. The painting won't look good like this!"
Although she was comforted, Xuan Xi still felt bad.
Xuan Zhu, Xuan Han, and Xuan You nodded repeatedly.
