Do you like being an artist?
Little Taotie couldn't answer that question herself.
But she didn't dislike it.
There was another reason, a reason she had to become an artist.
She wanted Faith Power.
"I want to be an artist, I want lots and lots of people to like me!"
Little Taotie's eyes were filled with determination, her voice strong, as she clenched her little fists and pumped them as if to cheer herself on.
Cheng Guodong looked toward the elder beside him, who sighed and lowered his eyelids.
He had said before that if his little granddaughter wanted to be an artist, he wouldn't object.
Cheng Guodong asked once more, "You're about to start elementary school, and it will be very busy. If you also work, it will be very tiring. Even if it's busy and tiring, do you still want to continue being an artist?"
"I do! I want lots and lots of people to like me, I want to become the brightest star!"
Upon hearing this, Tao Shen's eyes twinkled.
