He Doesn't Need to Please Anyone

"Who are you talking to on the phone?"

When Fei Qing walked into the studio, he happened to see Song Jianuo holding his phone and standing by the window, smiling foolishly as he looked at the birds outside.

Upon hearing Fei Qing's voice, Jianuo turned around. "Brother, sister called me."

"Do you resent her?"

"Why would I resent her?"

"She didn't protect you well before."

"But I also didn't protect her!"

Jianuo's eyes were bright and clear, always innocent and pure.

Fei Qing looked at him and smiled gently. "What are you painting today?"

"Sister."

Jianuo looked satisfied as he gazed at the painting of the sweet-smiling woman, who was said to be pregnant now.

In a few more months, he would become an uncle.

"I want to give her all the money I won from the lottery. When my little nephew is born, I'll teach them how to paint."

"Sure, you can do that."

Fei Qing rubbed his head and spoke softly, "Jianuo, would you like to meet someone with me?"