Jiang Cheng didn't move her feet, but her head turned slightly to look at Shen Yue, who stood up holding the painting paper and presented it to Grandma Zhao.
Grandma Zhao put down her teacup and looked at the painting paper earnestly.
Shen Yue was so nervous she didn't dare breathe.
She loved painting!
Loved it very much!
Before meeting Jiang Cheng, she didn't know she could formally learn to paint.
All along, she had been told not to scribble in books, not to waste paper, not this, not that.
In short, no one ever told her, like Jiang Cheng did, that there was nothing wrong with painting.
Shen Yue sneaked a glance at Jiang Cheng, who gave her a nod of affirmation and a smile.
Shen Yue smiled genuinely and turned back to await her judgment.
"Come to learn every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at five o'clock, prepare your own brushes and paper, buy professional paper and pens, can you do that?"
Shen Yue's big round eyes were full of surprise, forgetting to speak.
