What About Your Father?

As expected, after two drawings, Qin Wenzheng's eyes began to light up. Then, he started to draw.

He seemed to have found the feeling. After drawing, he looked at it carefully for a moment. Then, he looked up and said, "Thank you. I'll go back and think about it. If there's anything I don't understand, I'll come and ask you."

"You really don't hold back."

"You said it. A deal is a deal. I don't have to be polite."

Gu Yundong choked. Seeing that he had rolled up the drawing paper and was about to leave, she suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said, "Wait for me for a while."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and quickly focused on drawing a few portraits.

It was a few unfamiliar faces. Qin Wenzheng looked at her in confusion.