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nOld Master Ye: “…”

nI have never seen such an arrogant person before.

n“You are so young….” He clenched his teeth and fumed, “But you have your nose in the air. How did your parents teach you?”

nSpeaking of this, the little thing became even more fearless.

nShe puffed her cheeks and swayed her head, “My daddy said this: we either cut the weeds and eliminate the roots or burn the bones to ashes.”

nHuo Chenyu: “…”

nOld Master Huo started to question his life. “…” Where did this child learn this from?

n“….” Huo Yao felt comforted for no good reason.

nIt looks like the little thing did remember what he said before.

nThe little thing put her hands behind her back like a little adult and slowly continued, “My mommy said that she likes to convince people with her virtues.”

nOld Master Ye’s expressions improved slightly.

nSo there was still some hope for the mother.

nBut before he could stay comforted for a few seconds, the little thing blinked her dark eyes and crisply stated,

n“But for all those who aren’t convinced, they are dead people.”

nOld Master Ye’s fingertips trembled from fury. “…If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.”

nWhat kind of parents is that?!

nHuo Yao raised an eyebrow unhappily. He pulled the little girl into his arms and humphed, an indescribable expression appeared on his handsome face, “Old Master Ye, are you doubting my education?”

nThe man was dressed in a black suit. His eyes hid coldly under his hair as he smiled slightly, sending chills up their spines.

nThe way he looked seemed to say: if you are doubting my education, then my gun and I might also have objections.

nIt was a straightforward threat!

nOld Master Ye inhaled deeply and laughed coldly, “I have never seen people who are as arrogant as you two.”

nShen Chuchen grinned and butted in, “You’ve seen it now.”

nThe man saw that Old Master Ye’s face was red from fury, he smiled again and intentionally added on. “If you have free time, please do come out and gain more knowledge and experience, you’ll realize that Huo Yao isn’t only arrogant, but he’s also a dog.”

nThe three of them echoed one another, making Old Master Ye furious.

nHe pointed at Ye Sang with trembling fingers and spat out these words, “Ignorant child!”

n“…”

nHuo Chenyu looked like this useless middle-aged old man and smiled, “… Old master.”

nOld Master Ye interrupted him unhappily, “Don’t call me!”

nHe laughed coldly, “Your arrogant child looks exactly the same as Huo Yao.”

nYe Sang pouted, “I’m not ignorant.”

nShe looked at him with her pretty eyes and continued, “Sangsang’s eyes are filled with you.”

nOld Master Ye: “…”

nHe would die from fury if he continued to talk to this ignorant kid!!

nOld Master Huo laughed silently.

nAs expected of his granddaughter.

nThe way that she seemed to argue for the sake of arguing definitely originated from Huo Yao when he was young.

n“You know how to paint?” Because Old Master Ye wouldn’t win against her in speaking, he had no choice but to forcefully change the topic.

nYe Sang straightened her back and the hair swayed with her, “I know.”

nHer grandpa taught her himself and she was confident enough with it.

nOld Master Ye smiled coldly, “Fine.”

n“Here’s a brush, paint!”

nHe took a step away and passed the paintbrush to her, watching Ye Sang with a cold smile as if he was ready to watch her fail.

nHuo Yao’s forehead throbbed and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

nIt was understandable that she was angry for her friend.

nBut she would definitely be mocked if she failed, judging by Old Master Ye’s harsh personality.

nHis lips curved upwards into a half-smile at Old Master Huo, his pair of dark eyes turned cold.

nOld Master Ye touched his beard and smiled, “Children are so ignorant nowadays.”

n“Even I started painting at ten, let alone you.”

nThe fact that six-year-old Shen Yao could paint was already made her be considered gifted.

nIt wasn’t strange for him to be angry that a five-year-old talked so big.

nHe scorned, “Don’t tell me you don’t even know to hold a brush like that kid just now.”

nThe little thing looked up and widened her eyes in annoyance, humphed, and sat down.

nThe way she sat was rather professional but the person standing next to her held her in disdain.

nShen Chuchen lowered his voice and asked, “That little thing knows how to paint?”

nEven Shen Chuchen was shocked by her egotistical words after he had seen so much.

nHuo Yao shook his head without expressions, “She doesn’t.”

nBut it’s fine.

nIf that old thing really mocks his daughter, he’ll make him learn the vicious side of human hearts.

nShen Chuchen raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t disappointed because he didn’t expect the little thing to know something.

nThe man studied Old Master Ye and pondered.

nIf that old man really bullies his little thing in front of so many people, he wouldn’t mind letting him know what it means to get beaten up by society.

nOld Master Ye sneezed after the two big shots set their eyes on him.

nHe frowned slightly.

nWho’s thinking about him?

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nWhile everyone else was thinking about different things, the little thing bit her lips and recalled the way her grandpa held the brush. She took the brush with her thumb and index finger, winding it with her middle finger, grasping the brush tightly in her hand.

nThe little thing looked down and straightened her back, her posture and way of holding the brush were rather professional.

n“…” Old Master Ye swallowed the mockery he wanted to say.

nHe was slightly surprised and asked,

n“You taught her how to hold a brush?”

nOld Master Huo noticed the little girl and saw her standard way of holding the brush, he immediately showed up happily, “No no no, I wouldn’t know something like that.”

nHe spent half of his life plotting against a bunch of old foxes in the business world.

nHow would he have time to learn how to paint?

nOld Master Ye’s expressions darkened.

nNo one taught her?

nImpossible.

nIt would take at least a year or two to master the way that she held her brush just now.

nBut how old was she?

nOnly freaking five!!

nOld Master Ye gradually started to question his life.

nOld Master Huo laughed, looking particularly pleased with himself, “My Sangsang doesn’t speak much, but who told you that she never learned it before?”

n“Can’t she be a self-made genius?”

nOld Master Ye’s face turned white.

nWhen he realized that the little girl might’ve really touched painting for a long time, he knew that a slap in the face was coming.

nHowever…

nHe wasn’t a sore loser who can’t afford to lose.

nLet alone the fact that she was just a child.

nOld Master Ye didn’t bother to nitpick anymore. He sat down with his legs crossed and started to study Ye Sang curiously.

nBecause the little thing was too angry, she couldn’t even calm down when she was painting.

nThe way she pouted made her look like a little blowfish.

nWhen the tip of the brush touched the paper, it wasn’t shaky and discontinuous like a beginner, but every single stroke was smooth and flowing as if she practiced it thousands of times in her mind. Her posture was upright and everything flowed smoothly.

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