As His Daughter's Painting Teacher

Shen Weiyang felt that this was the first time she had seen this Mr. Leng. This was also the first time Mr. Leng had seen her, but for some reason, she felt that Leng Huaijin was looking at her with a strange gaze.

There was an overly-enduring heat, like a volcano covered in snow.

After being stunned for a moment, she looked at him and smiled. "If Mr. Leng has any requests, feel free to ask. If I can do it."

Seemingly feeling that she did not come with good intentions, she added, "If I can do it.

Leng Huaijin saw that she was a little nervous, but she still pretended to be calm. He smiled. "It is not an excessive request. I am looking for an art teacher for my daughter. If Miss Shen is free, would it be convenient for her to teach my daughter how to draw?"

Shen Weiyang heard him say this and felt inexplicably relieved. She also smiled. "How did Mr. Leng know that I know how to draw?"