Hey hey hey, aren't these two a bit overconfident? With so many people signing up, everyone seems so skilled—it doesn't look easy to win the championship at all!
"Honey!"
"Don't worry, her painting skills are extraordinary." Yang Ming soothed, stroking his wife's head.
"That's true." Just last time, under such circumstances, Wang Xiangxiang managed to paint those gangster's faces—it really showed her skill.
Not long after, Wang Xiangxiang and Chu Lian came back, with Wang Xiangxiang handing a card for Xiaoxiao to see.
"What's this?" Xiaoxiao asked, puzzled.
"It's a number card, I drew number eight," Wang Xiangxiang explained.
Xiaoxiao clapped her hands in delight, "Sis, this is a good sign!"
"..."
"You see, eight eight eight, lucky lucky lucky, this means we are going to make a fortune. That Blood Jade can definitely sell for a lot." Xiaoxiao said excitedly as if she was looking at a pile of shiny silver right in front of her.
