You Are My Little Love Song (181)

Shi Niange had just entered her house when she saw Shi Kele sprawled on the carpet with her butt sticking out. There were watercolor pens of various colors by her hand. A piece of paper in front of her was covered in various colors. Amidst the messy colors, she saw a black picture that looked like a person. It could only be said that it looked like… After all, although Shi Kele's grades in kindergarten were good, her paintings were really ugly. She probably did not have the talent.

Every time she saw Lele's painting, she would feel very vexed. Previously, in Los Angeles, whenever there was a kindergarten competition, the teachers would pass Lele's words to her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. They would ask her if she could enroll her in a painting class for the children.

Shi Niange wanted to, but she didn't have the time.