"Chichi, what do you think of Qiuyu's words?"
As soon as Wang Nan said this, the pressure was instantly on Yi Chichi.
She looked at Zhou Qiuyu, who was gazing at her eagerly, looking pitiful and cute like a little puppy.
However, her heart remained unmoved. "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"...The truth!"
After a moment of silence, Zhou Qiuyu gave a definitive answer.
Yi Chichi didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly, "You shouldn't draw anymore in the future."
Zhou Qiuyu laughed; Chichi still considered her feelings and didn't deliver a fatal blow.
Even the grandma next door said she wasn't even up to par.
"Unless it's a matter of life and death in the future, no one should ask me to draw again."
"That's the spirit, keep it up."
Ge Sujuan gave her a thumbs up, highly praising her declaration.
For others, singing is a matter of life and death, but for Zhou Qiuyu, drawing is an eyesore.
It really challenges people's aesthetics and understanding.
