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"Neither his father nor I have any talent for painting. I don't know how it happened, but Chuangchuang liked painting from a very young age. We don't insist on him becoming famous, as long as he enjoys it," the boy's mother, dressed elegantly, gently patted her son's head. Though she spoke modestly, her face showed immense pride.
"Right, Chuangchuang's happiness is the most important. If he likes it in the future, I'll organize a personal art exhibition for him," the boy's father, clad in a tailored suit and quality coat, with gold-rimmed glasses, looked every bit the part of an elite.
Yun Qi frowned deeply at the man and woman...
The ghost energy was overwhelming; what kind of powerful Resentful Spirit had they provoked?
So she walked over and carefully studied the painting again.
Yun Qiuce asked, puzzled, "Qi, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the painting?"
