Wen Ziyang felt a little heartache for his own little sister.
But he only kept it in his heart. His handsome face wore a warm, gentle smile as he raised his brows and said, "No problem, this kind of small matter your brother can handle. I'll give it to him today."
"Bro."
Wen Qinghuan bit her lips, her eyes filled with hesitation.
"Anything else?"
Wen Ziyang asked with a smile.
"How about I draw a portrait for each of Feng Yize and the others too?"
"Sure, they're getting a bargain, having my genius-artist sister draw for them."
"Sister Momo saw this portrait before too." Wen Qinghuan softly explained the reason. She only painted a portrait of Chu Junming, and was afraid it would cause misunderstandings.
It wasn't that she was afraid people would know she had feelings for Chu Junming.
