Leng Tong bought roses at the fastest speed and placed them by Gu Shaocheng's side. When she saw the two girls sketched on the paper, she widened her eyes in disbelief, completely unable to believe her eyes for a moment, "Sir, I didn't expect you to have the artistic talent of a painter."
Gu Shaocheng was animated, holding a pen and sketching on the paper, "My daughter."
The corner of Leng Tong's eye twitched, and after a moment, she understood his words, then sneaked a glance at the expression on the gentleman's face: "Didn't you say it was a boy? Why did you draw a girl?"
Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow: "Who told you I liked boys?"
"Haven't you always liked boys?"
Isn't that obvious? Everyone's eyes are wide open, anxious for a son, who doesn't know?
