A master of painting looks at a piece of art that's at the level of kindergarteners, and this kindergarten-level art comes from a grown man's hand, one can imagine Sienna Johnson's mood at this moment.
Sienna Johnson raised her head to look at the bright moon above, covered her mouth with a smile, Adrian Desmond glanced at his painting, then at Sienna Johnson, not understanding what tickled her funny bone.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I finally know why Curly has no talent for painting."
"Why?"
"Bad seed!" Sienna Johnson used Adrian Desmond's frequently used phrase to mock him.
"What's bad about the seed? She's both pretty, smart, and cute... plenty of boys like her. My seed is excellent."
Adrian, protective of his family, couldn't stand others speaking ill of his daughter. In Adrian Desmond's mind, his daughter is the most perfect daughter in the entire world.
"No talent for painting."
