The little girl was none other than Meng Zhaojun, whom they were all focusing on. Madam Tang did not make a sound and gestured for the children to be quiet as well.
Her gaze lingered on the figure drawn on the little girl's paper—wasn't it her own grandson?
The expression, the pose, so vivid and lifelike, her technique was no different from that of a master's.
Perhaps even masters couldn't achieve such likeness; the little girl's foundation in painting was so impressive that Madam Tang couldn't help but praise her inwardly. However, when her eyes shifted to another table and the painting there...
What Madam Tang saw, other madams noticed too, and their eyes involuntarily all turned towards Mrs. Meng.
Meng Zhaojun's mother, Mrs. Meng, also saw that her daughter wasn't drawing but copying someone else's painting.
