C428 Stowaway Column

Xing Mowei shook his arms tightly. He looked at Mi Qiao helplessly and picked up the shaking painting on the table.

While he was holding and shaking the book open, he was also intentionally sighing nonstop:

"Not bad!

It was already impressive for a young age to have such a brush.

You feel bad because you don't understand painting.

I saw more than you, so I know better than you