Mo Shangjun lowered her head and fiddled with the drawing.
Moments later, she no longer targeted it, softened her expressive gaze, and affirmed, "I must say, this is quite well drawn."
Ya Tianxing nodded in agreement, "I heard she hasn't learned it formally, relies purely on talent."
Being able to draw so realistically with just natural talent is quite impressive.
She's reportedly studied for a few years, learned some basics, and then relied on herself to figure it out.
Curiously scrutinizing Ya Tianxing for a few moments, Mo Shangjun squinted her eyes and asked him with interest, "Do you know what your tone sounds like right now?"
"Hmm?"
Ya Tianxing raised his eyes, confused.
Tapping her fingers lightly on the table, Mo Shangjun had a subtle smile on her lips as she enunciated each word, "…Boasting about a daughter."
Clearly, Ya Tianxing had quite a "fondness" for that flower.
It's not just because she saved his life and he feels grateful.
