"Mom, Dad, does it look good?"
Seeing her parents' conflicted expressions, Little Lantian was anxious.
Ye Que hugged her, gave her a kiss on her little cheek, and enthusiastically responded, "It looks great, really great, Tianian, where did you learn to draw, was it at the kindergarten?"
He remembered that their daughter hadn't drawn before. Whenever he picked her up from kindergarten, the teachers would always praise Lantian for being sensible, saying she was outstanding at singing and dancing among the kids.
Unexpectedly, the drawing was so stunning.
"No, I just wanted to draw, so I picked up the pen and did it." Little Lantian replied calmly, looking at ease.
Ye Que looked at Chi Zaozao, and Chi Zaozao was also looking at him.
It seemed that both adults had a little understanding now.
Unless she's a drawing prodigy, a five-year-old child could never draw something like this.
Every stroke of the sketch was perfect, and the picture felt almost like a 3D image.
