In the hotel room, Angel nestled in Pan Shuyi's arms. She looked up at Pan Shuyi and said, "Mom, can I paint a portrait of you?"
"Why do you want to paint a portrait of me?"
Pan Shuyi looked at Angel and answered with a smile, "I've painted portraits for Sister Xiaotao and Aunt Xinlan, but I've never painted one of you!"
"Alright! Mom will be your model!"
Pan Shuyi set up the easel for Angel and then sat on the sofa, "Angel, you can start now!"
Angel started painting with a focused demeanor, and Pan Shuyi felt very sad watching her seriousness.
She had never taught Angel to paint, and Cheng Zhiming didn't allow her to teach, but Angel seemed to have inherited her talent for painting.
"Mom, I'm done!"
Angel's voice interrupted Pan Shuyi's thoughts. She came to her senses and looked at the portrait on the easel, having to admit that Angel did a great job.
