Zhao Zhang Wei stood in front of the painting that his wangfei had drawn and thought that it looked exactly like him.
On the white sheet was drawn a pink-colored small pig that seemed to be strolling in the garden. However, there was more to this scene.
The pig was seen to be walking towards a muddy area.
And since Yi Huiqing's painting skills were a bit strange she didn't even draw anything properly. The legs of the pig looked unequal and its nose was also a little crooked.
And she said that the pig looked like him.
His face almost went black because of anger and his lips were twitching.
From where does he look like a pig?
When he glanced sideways at his wangfei who looked shocked seeing him standing beside her, he sneered.
"Wangfei's painting skills are admirable. What did you imagine when you painted this?"