Lian Xinying got up at around nine o'clock.
By the time she got up, Yan Ye was no longer at home.
Maybe because she slept too long, Lian Xinying wasn't very clear-headed even after washing her face.
So she didn't notice right away that the drawing paper on the bedside table was missing.
At school.
It just so happened that today there was an art class.
So Xiaocheng brought his dad's portrait.
Xiaocheng thought this painting made his dad look particularly handsome, so he felt a little proud.
"Zuanzuan, this is my dad!" Xiaocheng showed the drawing to Zuanzuan as soon as he got to school.
Zuanzuan is Xiaocheng's good friend.
Xiaocheng took a look at the drawing… Doesn't it look a lot like my dad?" Xiaocheng put the drawing in front of Zuanzuan again for him to see.
Because of the close relationship with Xiaocheng, Zuanzuan obediently only looked at Yan Ye's face on the paper.
