Mo Shangjun paused for a moment, initially intending to say she wasn't planning to draw anymore, but after hearing Lin Mao's words, she replied, "Mm."
It wouldn't take much time anyway.
Once Lin Mao started talking about his daughter, he didn't stop the entire way.
His daughter is still young, not yet seven, but speaks like a little adult, every word clear and distinct. He's busy in the military, with little time for vacations. A few years back, when Lin Mao returned home, she couldn't remember him and would call him "Uncle" upon meeting, which worried Lin Mao greatly.
Later, he often called home, asking her mother to keep his photo at home and show it to her from time to time. Finally, she understood that he was her father.
But since she seldom met her father, she became somewhat aloof, not close to him, and even had a natural aversion to the military life.
Lin Mao must have been a bit distressed over this.
