At the hotel, in the private room.
"Good, good…" Zheng Zhongshan looked at the unfinished artwork on the table and his face was slightly red. He started to clap and praise him.
Lunar Autumn Householder smiled. "President, let's not disrupt Elder Lin's thoughts."
Lin Fan's brush was moving non-stop and he smiled. "It's not about disrupting my thoughts. This artwork is based on the feelings of the twelve of us here. If you guys don't feel good, I probably wouldn't be able to draw a good one. Don't blame me."
They all started to be stern after hearing that.
Zheng Zhongshan had had a few glasses of alcohol and he was so excited that his face was red. It showed that he was going to be drunk.
The others stopped laughing and they tried to look stern.
Lin Fan looked up and smiled. "It'd be weird if you guys look like that in the artwork. It's better to be normal."
