Big Goose couldn't make a sound, its beak holding the paper tightly.
It ran all the way to Little Ann's father, spread the paper out on the smooth, clean floor with a swift motion.
"Honk, honk! Honk, honk, honk!" Big Goose flapped its wings excitedly, occasionally touching the paper with the tips of its wings.
Qin Haochen couldn't understand what it was honking about, but he could infer its intention from its behavior.
He frowned slightly and tentatively guessed, "You want me to look at this drawing?"
Big Goose nodded vigorously with its fluffy head, "Honk!"
Indeed, Little Ann's father was as smart as Little Ann!
Qin Haochen calmed down and focused on the drawing laid out on the floor.
It was a drawing done in black ink, a completely black picture.
It was entirely unclear what the drawing was supposed to represent; it was very abstract and required a lot of imagination and keen eyesight.
Qin Haochen was silent for a few seconds, then uncertainly asked, "Did you draw this?"