Li Hao was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected the other party not to get angry or scold him.
The other's countenance was majestic and martial, with thick eyebrows that exuded an imposing air even when not angry, but at this moment, the genial expression softened the accumulated might between the brows, creating the warmth of a spring breeze sweeping across willows.
"What are you painting? Let me see."
Li Tianzong walked over and saw the figure sketched on Li Hao's drawing board, vaguely recognizing it as a woman.
Li Hao's Art of Painting hadn't reached a professional level, and at this moment, the portrait he painted was rather inaccurate. Filled with curiosity, Li Tianzong asked, "Who is this a painting of?"
"Mother."
Li Hao was referring to the "mother" of his current body, Chen Hefang.
He felt somewhat embarrassed; his painting skills were still too poor, not even qualifying as a portrait, hardly recognizable.
