Rong Han pouted and hugged Rong Yuehai's neck tightly. "Yes, I want father to bring me along. Sob, sob, father promised to marry the fairy to be my mother..."
Rong Yuehai was both surprised and happy. He quickly wiped away Rong Han's tears. "Your father really agreed to it?"
Seeing Rong Han nod, Rong Yuehai turned to look at Old Luo. "Old Luo, what are you still standing there for? Go, call Zhan 'er over!"
Old Luo nodded in agreement and hurriedly walked towards the study room.
At the same time, in the study room...
Rong Zhan stood in front of the study table, holding a brush in his hand. His movements were fluid and smooth, quickly sketching out the mountain forest and clear spring on the paper.
After that, a beauty that looked like a goddess gradually became clear in his hand.
It was not until he finished drawing the finishing touch that Rong Zhan's gaze slightly froze.
