Chiang Xiao not only could paint, but she also painted so well.
Meng Xinian felt like he had found a treasure.
Every time he could discover her uniqueness and strengths, this little girl was truly like a treasure trove. Most importantly, her temperament was incredibly to his liking.
Looking at the painting of Chiang Xiaoxiao, Meng Xinian stretched out his index finger and gently tapped on her nose.
Little rascal.
But when he returned to reality from the painting, he turned around and found that all three snacks were! Not! There! Anymore!
"Zhao! Second! You idiot!"
Meng Xinian roared with anger.
From outside came Zhao Xin's loud call, "Brothers! We've got good eats!"
Then a chorus of wolf-cub-like cheers followed.
Meng Xinian's face turned green as he immediately rushed out, grinding his teeth and shouting, "You sons of b**ches, leave some for me!"
He had been careless! He should have put them away quickly!
