Qiao Qianqian held back her tears and looked at Qiao Xuanxuan coldly.
She realized something; it was certain that because the old man was accustomed to seeing authentic pieces, even if the painting she gifted had been from a master, the old man would still dismiss it as trash.
If hers was trash, then what about Qiao Xuanxuan's own painting? It must be even less than trash. Soon, when the old man would see it, he would surely get angry. It was very likely that he would no longer dote on Qiao Xuanxuan.
"Xuanxuan, where's your gift? Don't tell me you really forgot?"
Qiao San's face looked unpleasant.
Because Qiao Qianqian's painting had been snubbed by the old man, he didn't understand what had gotten into him today.
He was normally quite genial towards the younger generation, so why was he so harsh today? To call a painting that a younger relative had personally made trash right to their face left no dignity for the child.
"I... I..."
Qiao Xuanxuan blushed.
