It was as if thunder had exploded in her ears. Sang Qianqian suddenly froze, and her blood seemed to stop circulating at this moment.
She didn't say anything for a long time. Ruan Xiaoshuang felt that something was wrong., so she asked, "Qianqian, what's the matter?"
Sang Qianqian barely regained her senses. "No, it's nothing."
She tried her best to pretend to be nonchalant. "Did Xiaodie like drawing in the past? I've been treating her for so long, but I don't think I've ever seen her draw anything."
"She lived with my aunt since she was young. Perhaps she was greatly affected by my aunt's death, so she's no longer willing to hold a paintbrush."
