Since getting Wangcai, she had fallen in love with painting dogs.
Puppies grow fast, practically changing day by day. Ni Bingyan drew a portrait of him every day and had now amassed a thick stack of them.
After finishing a video, Duanmu Li came over to get a drink of water. She saw that Ni Bingyan had finished painting and was now washing her brushes, so she leaned in for a closer look.
"The eyes in this painting are so expressive. Is he angry?"
Duanmu Li glanced under the table, intending to pick him up. But Wangcai let out a whimper, turned around, and showed her his backside.
"Whoa, Bingbing, what did you do to upset him?"
"I had just taken out my previous paintings to look at them, and he insisted on climbing onto my lap. I picked him up, and he nearly destroyed the whole lot!"
'It takes so long to finish a single painting! Especially the ones I'm really happy with. How heartbreaking would it be if the little guy tore them up!'
"He needs to be taught some manners, then."
