Qin Sui'an looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, then glanced at the young uncle, her sweet voice mixed with curiosity, "Uncle, did you paint all these paintings?"
Zhu Xiulin met her clear black eyes and couldn't help softening his voice a bit as he nodded, "Yes, I painted them."
"Uncle paints really beautifully!" Qin Sui'an was generous with her praise, sparkling as she looked at him. "Uncle is so talented!"
Zhu Xiulin couldn't help but let a smile play on his lips, unable to contain his joy. "Thank you."
It was strange. He had heard such praises to the point of calluses, but right now, hearing it from little one, he felt unusually happy.
Now that Qin Sui'an knew he wasn't a strange or bad uncle, she no longer guarded against him. Remembering the question he had asked earlier, she pointed to the painting she had bought and said in her childish voice, "Uncle, Ann likes this painting the most and wants to buy it to give to mommy."