The old grandfather looked repeatedly at the painting. The joy and appreciation in his eyes were unmistakable.
"Laila, good child..." After gazing at the artwork, he couldn’t help but raise his head to look at Laila Mason, his face glowing with a benevolent smile. "You’ve put a lot of thought into this."
"Grandpa, our Laila is naturally skilled at painting. You don't understand her well." August, seeing the old grandfather praising Laila, felt extremely proud and couldn’t help but speak out with a smile.
The old grandfather's laughter grew even brighter. "It appears I haven’t paid enough attention to Laila."
Laila Mason pursed her lips and smiled. Her eyes, however, unconsciously turned towards Robert. She wanted to see his expression. Would he be amazed by her painting?
But—