All three girls were charmed by the cute appearance of Xiao Bao, none of them had ever imagined that a mouse could paint.
Xia Yan asked curiously, "Ye Tian, how did you turn Xiao Bao into the cute creature it is now? It used to be just a tiny mouse."
The last time Xia Yan stayed overnight at the Purple Gold Villa, Xiao Bao was just a corn-colored little mouse. It was surprising that it had grown so much after not seeing it for a while.
The atmosphere in the hall had eased a lot, the shadows of the bomb incident had been completely swept away.
Speaking of Xiao Bao, it paused its drawing to scratch its tiny head, then continued seriously.
Ye Tian did not rush it and after more than ten minutes, Xiao Bao finally finished the drawing.
Ye Tian and the others quickly gathered around, and the drawing on the paper showed a figure in a black robe. The face beneath the robe was almost invisible, and there were no distinctive marks on the body, but it looked very robust.
