Cunning Third Uncle

Upon the two whiteboards, there were only several twisted lines, making it impossible to discern what they represented.

Reflecting on Qin Yan's words just now, they confirmed that the question was about people, right? Then what they both drew should be related to humans!

An Ya, taking advantage of everyone's inability to see her, drifted into the room. After seeing what Qin Yan drew, she couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up.

"If you can't beat them, join them. He really has a knack for it."

A bewildered staff member asked, "Brother Qin, who did you draw?"

"Zhouzhou's dad!" Qin Yan pointed confidently to the lower right corner of the board, refusing to give them any chance to find fault.

He earnestly said, "My only fault lies in my poor artistic skills, but what I've drawn is undoubtedly correct."

Correct my ass, did Mr. Qin admit that it was him? The director couldn't help but want to curse.