"But, it's Elder Brother who paints beautifully, while Brother only distorts my image, Elder Brother flatters me." Luo Qianqian gently blew on the painting and whispered, "But since it's a gift for me, I will accept it, and you can't take it back." The painting hadn't dried yet, so she didn't roll it up.
Jimo Cheng chuckled softly, "Of course."
Luo Yanwu nodded, "Alright," but he had already resolved to paint a better one to replace this painting which except for the two of them, few could understand.
Luo Yanran had a bitter expression, had his three brothers finished their turns, leaving the heavy responsibility to fall onto him? He had decided on what to compete with Jimo Cheng in, but he wasn't sure if his sister would despise him afterward, or if his brothers would beat him up...
