I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

After the hustle and bustle of the police station canteen subsided, the production crew finally brought the people back to the publicity center.

He Chuan stood in front of the whiteboard, no longer possessing the same confidence he had in the morning that "today will definitely be safe."

He's learned his lesson now.

Safety is not an issue.

Not to mention ordinary.

If I don't say anything, nothing will happen.

He held only the script, speaking in a calm tone as if he were reading a weather forecast.

"Dear viewers, this afternoon's police station experience will focus on police skills education."

"This mainly includes fingerprint recognition, simulated police reports, a review of police dog knowledge, and—"

He paused for a moment.

"Portrait artist experience".

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately perked up.

"This is good."

Bai Sisi looked at him.

How do you know it's good?

Zhao Lei was very serious.

"Painting is a civilized activity."

"We can't just arrest someone while we're drawing, can we?"

He Chuan's eyelids twitched, and he immediately covered the microphone.

"Zhao Lei, shut up."

The comments section erupted in laughter.

"Zhao Lei, don't make a promise you can't keep!"

"Why can't drawing a picture lead to arrest? With Shen Ling'er here, anything can be solved."

"Teacher He is now so frightened that he has developed a conditioned reflex."

"Portrait artist experience? Oh no, Shen Fei is going to have to add another skill entry."

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi, studying a children's brochure issued by the police station.

The brochure depicts a child throwing away candy given to him by a stranger.

Shen Ling'er looked at it for a long time, then frowned.

"It's not well drawn."

He Chuan's ears twitched.

"What's wrong with it?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the candy.

"Bad people don't give out candy that's so ugly."

He Chuan: "..."

Yang Mi couldn't help but chuckle and gently patted her daughter's head.

"Can't you even say one compliment?"

Shen Ling'er looked up, very seriously.

"The paper is quite white."

Yang Mi: "..."

Zhao Lei slapped his thigh and laughed.

"That's a good compliment. It gives the feeling that you don't really want to compliment someone but have to give them face."

The female police officer at the publicity center placed several drawing boards and pencils on the table.

"Today we invited the sketch artist from the bureau to explain to everyone what police sketching is all about."

A man in his forties walked in.

He wore glasses, had a gentle demeanor, and held a stack of sketch papers in his hand.

He Chuan introduced, "This is Teacher Luo, a forensic artist from the technical department of our municipal bureau."

Teacher Luo smiled and waved her hand.

"I wouldn't dare call myself an expert; I just helped the police officers handling the case to draw the people described by the witnesses as accurately as possible."

Chen Doudou raised her hand.

"Teacher, can you draw police dogs?"

Teacher Luo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"A little bit too."

Shen Ling'er immediately looked up at him.

"You know a little?"

Teacher Luo was unaware of the impact those three words had on the program, and nodded, saying, "Yes, a little."

He Chuan, Zhao Lei, and Qin Zheng looked at him almost simultaneously.

His eyes showed sympathy.

Teacher Luo: "?"

The comments section burst into laughter.

"Teacher Luo doesn't realize the true value of 'knowing a little'."

"Warning! Don't mention knowing a little bit in front of Shen Ling'er."

"The last person who said they knew a little bit has already been thoroughly outmatched by Shen Ling'er in their field of expertise."

Teacher Luo first explained some basic content to the children.

"The portrait is not something imagined out of thin air."

"It depends on eyewitness accounts."

"For example, face shape, hairstyle, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, ears, and walking posture."

"Sometimes a small detail can help the police narrow down the scope of their investigation."

Zhou Xiaoyu listened very attentively.

Zhao Mengmeng raised her hand and asked, "What if the witness can't remember?"

Teacher Luo said, "Then guide them slowly, don't add things randomly."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's correct."

Teacher Luo smiled.

"Even kids understand this?"

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "My father said that when drawing a person, you can't draw your own brain on it."

Teacher Luo paused.

That's a rough way of putting it.

But it's very accurate.

The biggest taboo in portraiture is for the portrait artist to add details according to their own imagination.

Once you try to fix it, it goes off-center.

Teacher Luo looked at Shen Ling'er with a more serious expression.

"Little friend, have you ever studied drawing?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"I've studied a little."

He Chuan closed his eyes.

coming.

Again.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

"I've studied a little!"

"High-risk vocabulary has appeared!"

"Teacher Luo, run!"

"Shenfei's painting course will be launched soon."

Yang Mi also looked down at her daughter.

"You've also studied painting?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

"When?"

"When you were taking pictures of GG."

Yang Mi took a deep breath.

It happened when she was unaware of it.

How much did Shen Fei actually learn from his daughter behind her back?

Teacher Luo smiled and took out a piece of paper.

"Let's start with something easy."

"Each child draws a parent."

Chen Doudou immediately became excited.

"I want to draw my mom!"

Lin Jia was a little touched.

The next second, Chen Doudou added a sentence.

"I want to draw her to look especially fierce."

Lin Jia: "..."

Zhao Mengmeng painted Bai Sisi, and Zhou Xiaoyu painted Su Wan.

Shen Ling'er picked up the pencil and looked at Yang Mi.

Yang Mi asked with a smile, "Draw Mom?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Mother, sit down."

Yang Mi sat up straight in agreement.

"so?"

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"Don't smile like you're doing a business meeting."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

What is a "business smile"?

Shen Ling'er looked up at her.

"It's about smiling in front of the camera without getting tired."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

The surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

Shen Ling'er placed the pencil on the paper very softly.

"I draw what my mother looks like normally."

Yang Mi looked at his daughter's face and suddenly couldn't say a word.

She slowly put away her habitual smile in front of the camera and just looked down at Shen Ling'er.

His eyes were gentle.

There was also a hint of weariness that couldn't be hidden.

Shen Ling'er lowered her head and began to draw.

At first, nobody paid much attention.

After all, he's only five years old.

Even if the previous attempts were outrageous, drawing is something that requires time to accumulate experience, right?

Two minutes later, Teacher Luo's expression changed.

Shen Ling'er did not draw the eyes first.

She first used very light lines to define Yang Mi's face shape and neckline.

Draw the shoulders next.

Next, draw the direction in which the hair falls.

Finally, the focus shifted to the eyebrows and eyes.

With a few strokes, Yang Mi's gentle weariness, beyond his beauty, was already revealed.

Teacher Luo subconsciously took a step forward.

"Who...who taught you to draw the skeleton first?"

Shen Ling'er didn't even raise her head.

"My dad."

Teacher Luo pressed further, "How did he teach him?"

As Shen Ling'er painted, she said, "He said, 'When painting a person, start with their bones.'"

"If the bone structure is wrong, no matter how similar the face is, it will still look fake."

Teacher Luo's eyes widened in surprise.

This is not a typical children's drawing lesson.

This is the basic foundation of proper styling.

It's even a very old-fashioned and solid approach.

Shen Ling'er continued, "Then draw the qi."

Teacher Luo was stunned.

"What should I draw?"

"gas."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"My dad said that when a person stands there, whatever is in their heart, there is an aura around them."

"The painting is so lifelike that you can only recognize the person."

"Only by capturing the spirit in a painting can one truly understand its essence."

For a moment, no one spoke in the publicity center.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"Holy crap, that's such a sophisticated line!"

"Can you recognize a person by their likeness, or their spirit by their essence?"

"Shen Fei, you're doing it again, aren't you?"

"How much does this dad actually know?!"

"Why can he speak with the wisdom of a patriarch in every field?"

Yang Mi stared at his reflection in the paper, slightly taken aback.

That's not the her on the red carpet.

It's not the character she portrays in movies or TV dramas.

The person on the paper has beautiful features, but looks slightly weary.

But her eyes were warm.

Like someone who has been struggling outside for a long time, finally able to sit down when they get home.

After Shen Ling'er finished the last stroke, she pushed the paper over.

"Mother, it's done."

Yang Mi took it.

As she looked at it, her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

"Is this really me?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Yang Mi asked softly, "Does Mom look so tired?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"A little."

She added another sentence.

"But it looks good."

Yang Mi smiled.

This isn't a business smile.

It was a genuine laugh.

Teacher Luo picked up the painting and looked at it carefully for several seconds.

"This doesn't look like a five-year-old's drawing."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"How old do you look?"

Teacher Luo remained silent for two seconds.

"It seems like they have a teacher."

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"My dad taught me that."

Teacher Luo: "..."

well.

The answer is stable.

Zhao Lei leaned over for a look, then immediately clutched his chest.

"Sister Mi, this painting is so lifelike."

Bai Sisi nodded as well.

"It's not just like a face, it's like a state of being."

Zhou Xiaoyu whispered, "Ling'er's drawing is amazing."

Chen Doudou walked over with her drawing of Lin Jia.

The paper depicts a round-faced woman with two flames drawn on her head.

Lin Jia glanced at it and fell silent.

Chen Doudou explained, "Mom, this is when you're angry."

Lin Jia gritted her teeth: "Then why did you draw me as a fire-breathing dragon?"

Chen Doudou said weakly, "Because it looks like it."

Shen Ling'er glanced at it.

"You've made progress."

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"At least you know your mom can breathe fire when she's angry."

Lin Jia: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"DouDou depicted the true state of family life."

"Ling'er's praise is always heartbreaking."

"Yang Mi's picture is really beautiful, please have the show release some merchandise!"

"Shen Fei's teaching to draw the spirit of a person first is absolutely brilliant."

Teacher Luo's interest was piqued by Shen Ling'er.

He laughed and said, "Then let's try a real portrait drawing experience."

"I'll describe a person, and you draw it."

He Chuan immediately tensed up.

"Teacher Luo, is this a simulation?"

Teacher Luo smiled and said, "Of course, a simulated case."

He Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Teacher Luo took out a case card.

"Let's assume the witness says: The suspect is male, around 35 years old, with a thin face, small eyes, a slightly flat nose, thin lips, short hair, and a mole on his left cheek."

"Give it a try."

Several children began to draw.

Chen Doudou's drawing looks like a potato with facial features.

Zhao Mengmeng's drawing looks like a villain from an animated film.

Zhou Xiaoyu drew very carefully, but the facial features were a bit scattered.

Shen Ling'er did not immediately begin writing.

She looked up and asked, "How old was the witness?"

Teacher Luo was taken aback.

"What?"

Shen Ling'er asked, "How old is the eyewitness who described this person?"

Teacher Luo was taken aback.

Why do you ask that?

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"Older people tend to exaggerate their age when judging others."

"Children tend to exaggerate people's ages."

"Women look more at the mouth and eyes, while men look more at height and hair."

"My dad said that you can't just draw a portrait based on what people say."

"First, you need to know how the speaker remembers people."

Teacher Luo stopped standing.

This statement goes beyond just being able to draw.

This is the core competency of a portrait artist.

Determine the reliability of the eyewitness account.

Correcting errors.

He looked at Shen Ling'er, speechless for a long time.

The barrage of comments was dense.

"How could you even think of that?"

"A portrait isn't just about drawing what you hear; you have to know how the person remembers you first. That's incredible!"

Did Shen Fei actually teach criminal sketching?

"Don't ask, it's what my dad taught me."

Teacher Luo took a deep breath.

"Okay, the witness was a woman in her sixties."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Around thirty-five years old, but actually probably twenty-eight to thirty-two."

She then asked, "Was she scared at the time?"

Teacher Luo: "A little."

Shen Ling'er: "Then eyes will remember small, and mouths will remember thin."

Teacher Luo is now completely serious.

"Then you draw it."

Shen Ling'er then put down her pen.

She doesn't paint quickly.

But every stroke seems to know where it's going.

A few minutes later, a man's face appeared on the paper.

thin.

Low brow bone.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused.

I do have a mole on my left cheek, but it's not particularly large.

The bridge of the nose isn't flat, but the nostrils are wide.

Her lips are just the right thickness, not exaggerated.

Teacher Luo took the painting and became quieter and quieter as she looked at it.

Because this face, more than the standard answer he had prepared, resembled a real person who would appear on the street.

He pulled out the original image of the case.

Although it is called a simulation, it uses a publicly available teaching case that was closed many years ago.

The original image is taken out.

The publicity center fell silent instantly.

They can't be said to be exactly the same.

However, they are extremely similar.

Especially that look in his eyes.

We almost caught them.

Teacher Luo slowly raised her head.

"Are you really only five years old?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You asked that so many times today."

Teacher Luo murmured, "It's not a matter of age."

"That's the judgment; it can't be explained by the word 'talent' alone."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Then don't explain."

Teacher Luo: "..."

He Chuan almost burst out laughing.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

Ling'er: If you can't explain, then shut up.

"Teacher Luo was silenced."

"She can now truly shock experts in every field."

"Shen Fei has successfully pulled off another behind-the-scenes show of arrogance."

Teacher Luo still wouldn't give up.

He took out another card.

"Then let me describe another one."

He Chuan quickly reminded, "Teacher Luo, let's relax a bit."

Teacher Luo nodded.

"Relax, relax."

After he finished speaking, he described the man as: "A man around forty years old, with a round face, wearing a hat, showing his teeth when he smiles, and having a notch in his right ear."

After listening, Shen Ling'er suddenly looked up.

"This is not a simulation."

Teacher Luo was taken aback.

Qin Zheng also looked over.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the card in Teacher Luo's hand.

"There are new creases on the corner of the paper."

"When you picked it up just now, you pressed it twice with your fingers."

You want to ask, but you're afraid to.

Teacher Luo's expression changed slightly.

Qin Zheng approached.

"Teacher Luo?"

Teacher Luo was silent for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

"This is definitely not a simulation."

"It's a blurry screenshot from the train station's surveillance footage this morning, showing someone who appears to be a contact for a pickpocket gang."

"The image is too blurry; the technical department is still working on it."

"I just wanted to see if she could fill in the gaps based on the eyewitness accounts."

He Chuan's vision went black.

"Didn't you say it would be easy?"

Teacher Luo was a little embarrassed.

"Professional habits".

Yang Mi immediately looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Ling'er, if you don't want to draw, then don't draw."

Shen Ling'er glanced at Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng remained silent.

She looked at Yang Mi again.

"Mom, can I draw?"

Yang Mi paused for two seconds.

"You want to draw?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

He stole money from the old man.

Qin Zheng's eyes flickered slightly.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er looked at the card.

"You just mentioned a gang at the train station."

"The only thing that could make a portrait artist so anxious is not a thief."

"It's the head."

"This kind of person doesn't ask for help themselves; they just wait for others to ask for it."

"He's the dirtiest."

The publicity center fell silent.

Yang Mi gently patted her head.

"Draw it."

Shen Ling'er sat back down on the small stool.

Teacher Luo recounted the eyewitness account.

Some people say he has a round face.

Some people say his face isn't round, just his chin is wide.

"Some people say he's always smiling."

Some people say he wasn't smiling, but just that the corners of his mouth were turned up.

"It looks like a small piece is missing from my right ear."

"The brim of the hat was pulled low."

"He is about 1.75 meters tall."

Shen Ling'er closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes.

Start drawing.

This time, she drew even more slowly.

It's not as gentle as when he painted Yang Mi.

Her features are colder.

Her round face was edited to resemble a square face shape.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but there was no smile in them.

There is indeed a notch in the right ear.

The brim of his hat was pulled low, revealing only half of his brow bone.

Finally, she added a very light line under the man's left eye.

Teacher Luo asked, "What is this?"

Shen Ling'er said, "He always squints when he looks at people."

Qin Zheng asked, "Why?"

Shen Ling'er didn't even raise her head.

"This kind of person doesn't know how to look at things."

"Let's see if someone can steal from us."

The final stroke was made.

Shen Ling'er pushed the paper to Qin Zheng.

"This is it."

Qin Zheng took the painting, glanced at it, and his expression changed.

He immediately took out his phone and pulled up a blurry, enlarged screenshot of the surveillance footage.

In the video, the person's face was indeed only half visible.

However, the outline, the brim of the hat, and the notch in the ear are highly consistent with what Shen Ling'er drew.

more importantly--

Below the left eye, there is also a faint shadow in the surveillance footage.

They initially thought it was just noise in the image.

Looking at it now, it might really be a pattern.

Qin Zheng said in a deep voice, "Send this one to the technical team for comparison."

The young police officer immediately took the portrait and ran out.

He Chuan stood there, muttering, "Wasn't it supposed to be a portrait experience?"

Zhao Lei chimed in, "While I was experiencing it, I ended up participating in the investigation as well."

Bai Sisi: "I'm used to it."

The barrage of comments exploded.

"Holy crap! It actually works?"

"She can draw the contact person just from a description?"

"What kind of five-year-old portrait artist is this?"

"Does Shen Fei actually know how to create criminal investigation sketches?"

"Shenyang Aircraft Corporation Teaching Achievements Open Class Episode N: Portrait Edition"

Teacher Luo looked at Shen Ling'er with a completely different expression.

"Little one, how exactly did your dad teach you to draw people?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"He had me draw many people."

Teacher Luo: "A real person?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Some of them are real people."

"Some of them were described by him."

"Some of them I only glance at before drawing at home."

Teacher Luo pressed further, "You drew it after just one glance?"

Shen Ling'er: "Mm."

Teacher Luo: "How long do you want to watch?"

Shen Ling'er extended one finger.

"One glance."

Teacher Luo fell silent.

Zhao Lei whispered, "Teacher, are you upset?"

Teacher Luo sighed.

"It's not a blow."

"I want to find a master, but I don't know who to choose."

Everyone: "..."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"My dad doesn't take in older people."

Teacher Luo: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Teacher Luo was just about to become an apprentice when he was stopped by his age."

"Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's admission standards: unknown, but likely strict."

"Ling'er's rejection is too heartbreaking."

Yang Mi coughed softly.

"Ling'er, don't refuse others on behalf of your father."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Mother, he really won't accept it."

Yang Mi was helpless.

"How did you know?"

Shen Ling'er spoke with righteous indignation.

"My dad said he didn't even want to teach me."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

"Then why teach it?"

Shen Ling'er looked at her.

"Because you're busy."

These words were spoken.

There was a moment of silence.

Yang Mi's heart felt as if it had been gently touched.

Shen Ling'er lowered her head and fiddled with her pencil, her tone casual.

He said, "You work hard to earn money outside."

"I want to learn something at home."

"I can take care of myself when you're busy in the future."

"I can protect you when you're tired."

Yang Mi's eyes felt slightly warm.

She reached out and pulled Shen Ling'er into her arms.

"How stupid!"

Shen Ling'er pressed her face against her chest and mumbled, "I'm not stupid."

Yang Mi said softly, "Yes, you're the smartest."

The comments section slowed down as well.

"She's broken down."

"Shen Fei wasn't showing off his skills; he was teaching Yang Mi's daughter how to live."

"He said he didn't want to teach, but he still taught everything."

"That's what a father should be like."

"Ling'er may be so stubborn, but she's always remembered."

"Shen Fei, come back soon, they're all waiting for you."

Qin Zheng, standing to the side, also darkened his expression upon hearing these words.

He became increasingly convinced.

Shen Fei's disappearance was not accidental.

A person who raises their daughter like this cannot simply disappear without a reason.

He must know something.

They must be doing something.

But now, no one can find him.

At that moment, the young police officers from the technical team ran back.

"Captain Qin!"

Everyone looked over.

The young police officer handed over the tablet.

"The comparison results are in."

"The portrait matches the blurry surveillance footage from the train station very closely."

"We just re-examined the footage based on the characteristics of the portrait and found another clip of him in the underpass."

"The picture is much clearer."

Qin Zheng took the tablet.

In the scene, the moment the man wearing the hat looked up, his face almost overlapped with the portrait drawn by Shen Ling'er.

A notch in the right ear.

Lines under the left eye.

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Teacher Luo gasped in shock.

"It really is him..."

The young police officer continued, "We also found that he got into a taxi twenty minutes ago and headed towards the north of the city."

Qin Zheng immediately gave the order.

"Contact the traffic police and lock the car."

"Notify the north of the city to set up a control point."

"Don't disturb them."

Young police officer: "Yes, sir!"

In the publicity center, everyone looked at Shen Ling'er.

Shen Ling'er simply looked down at her pencil.

"uncle."

Qin Zheng turned around.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Ling'er handed him the pencil.

"This one doesn't work well."

Qin Zheng: "..."

This is such a crucial juncture.

She is choosing a pen.

He Chuan rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Lei sighed deeply.

"That's what a master is like."

"After finishing the drawing of the suspect, the only thing I was dissatisfied with was the pencil."

Teacher Luo immediately took out a professional sketching pencil from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"Little friend, use this."

Shen Ling'er took it and tried drawing a couple of strokes.

He nodded.

"This is alright."

Teacher Luo was actually quite happy.

"Then I'll give it to you."

Shen Ling'er looked at Yang Mi.

"Mother, can we accept it?"

Yang Mi nodded with a smile.

"able."

Shen Ling'er put the pencil into her small bag.

"Thanks."

Teacher Luo was flattered.

You're welcome, you're welcome.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Teacher Luo was won over by a simple 'thank you'."

"This is a pencil certified by a five-year-old portrait master."

Shen Ling'er: The pen is good, but the person still needs to practice.

"Shen Fei has another potential profession speculated about: portrait artist!"

"Stop guessing, Shen Fei is the chief instructor of the human skills tree."

The afternoon portrait session finally ended in a strange mix of relaxation and shock.

He Chuan faced the camera and attempted to summarize.

"Today's experience as a portrait artist has given us an understanding of the challenges of police portrait work."

He paused here.

He glanced at Shen Ling'er again.

"It also allowed us to witness once again Shen Ling'er's amazing observation and drawing skills."

Zhao Lei whispered in the background, "And Shen Fei's outrageous educational abilities."

He Chuan couldn't help himself.

"right."

"And Mr. Shen Fei... a very unique family education."

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

"Very unique, hahaha!"

"Teacher He has lost his knack for praising."

"Shenfei Family Education: Lock picking, racing, medical skills, master thief, portrait drawing, dog training, and cafeteria reviews."

"Normal parent: Baby is learning to draw. Shen Fei: Come on, today draw the suspect."

"Don't ask, it's what my dad taught me."

Yang Mi led Shen Ling'er out of the propaganda center.

The setting sun shone in from outside the police station courtyard, casting long shadows of the mother and daughter.

Shen Ling'er looked down at the sketching pencil in her hand.

Yang Mi asked, "Do you like it?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It's better than what my dad used to cut."

Yang Mi smiled.

"Your dad even sharpened your pencils?"

Shen Ling'er hummed in agreement.

"It's very ugly."

"Then why are you still using it?"

Shen Ling'er looked up at her.

He said even an ugly pen can draw a good person.

Yang Mi was stunned.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"But a good pen can save you a lot of effort."

Yang Mi: "..."

The little bit of emotion she had just begun to feel was completely distorted by her daughter.

But she still smiled.

"Then when you get home, use this pen to draw your dad, okay?"

Shen Ling'er paused for a moment.

She looked up at Yang Mi.

After a few seconds, he nodded.

"it is good."

Yang Mi asked softly, "Do you still remember how he drew it?"

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"certainly."

She thought for a moment, then her voice suddenly softened.

"My dad doesn't need to see."

"You can draw with your eyes closed."

Yang Mi's heart softened, and he held her small hand tightly.

"Then draw it for him when he comes back."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

The setting sun shone on her face.

The little girl still had that arrogant look on her face.

But the little hand gripping the pencil was very strong.