Sun Fuling stared at him for three to five breaths before slowly sitting back down. Sure enough, she intended to stand by and watch.

That meant she had agreed.

He Lingchuan went all out and, true to his word, quickly made two bamboo frames and pasted white paper over them. The room was warm, so the white paper he had pasted earlier dried quickly enough to paint.

Sun Fuling simply waited, wanting to see what else he could do besides write a few words that would make children cry from anger.

As for painting, well, He Lingchuan was a complete layman. Still, in front of Ms. Sun, he had to perform a little no matter what. So he took out red and black pigments and used a bold splash-ink method to color the white paper.

In other words, he was randomly smearing paint around. At most, he was filling in colored blocks. Sun Fuling could not bear it anymore. “What exactly are...