Han Zhiyu was recounting an old story, one that the three little ones had actually heard many times already, so it originally held no surprises for them.
But the painting on the desk had been altered by Aunt Jing!
A painting altered by Aunt Jing could receive such high praise from Master Han Zhiyu!
This fact made the three little ones a bit surprised!
As Han Zhiyu continued speaking, he suddenly noticed the three little ones had a peculiar look on their faces, and their gaze had shifted onto their aunt.
Slightly suspicious, he casually asked, "What's up? Could it be that this painting wasn't done by you three, but by your aunt?"
The three little ones exchanged a glance, and the eldest, Zhan Qiaoyu, spoke up as their representative.
"The painting is ours, but it was modified and refined by Aunt Jing!"
Hearing this, Han Zhiyu showed some surprise on his face.
He was very familiar with the painting skills of the three little ones.
