"Dad, this is Yaoyao's." After everyone had given their gifts, Little Mo Yao handed over her original masterpiece.
"Thank you." Mo Siluo took it, glanced at the content on the drawing, and nodded, "Mm, you've made progress."
"What has Yaoyao drawn here?" Mo Si'ai leaned in to look.
"It's a family portrait!" Little Mo Yao pointed at the drawing with her index finger, "This is Daddy, this is Grandpa, this is Auntie, this is... Dad, look, I even added Sister Wan in."
Mo Siluo's brows furrowed slightly. He stopped looking and casually placed the drawing to one side.
Although Little Mo Yao was still young, she had already learned to read people's expressions. Seeing that Mo Siluo didn't look pleased, she cautiously asked, "Dad, don't you like it?"
Before Mo Siluo could answer, Mo Si'ai chimed in, "Of course your dad likes it. You should know, in this family, you're the one he dotes on the most. Whatever you give him, he would like it, right, Brother?"
