C645 An Rong's Death

I was a little surprised. "My uncle knows how to draw too?" No one has ever mentioned this before, not even my mother.

"Yes." The nostalgic look in Xuan Jiazhuo's eyes became even more intense. "The first time I saw your uncle, he was at the school's art exhibition. There were many talents in A City University. There were all kinds of geniuses, but those who called themselves geniuses..