The Routine Of Rich Men

Da Bao took out the portrait of Old Master Lu that he had drawn. The sharpness of his strokes and his creative expression shocked everyone around him.

"This doesn't look like the work of a five-year-old kid. He's indeed a genius!" These words were completely sincere and not just flattery.

Those who knew something about art could not help but step forward to observe.

Old Master Lu knew a little about art as well. Seeing how talented Da Bao was, he could not help but laugh out loud in satisfaction.

Liao Xintong sensed that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

Her friends behind her also didn't dare to speak in front of Old Master Lu.