At this moment, he seemed filled with the aura of an artist.
Even his somewhat low-key outfit appeared intentionally understated and reserved.
Moreover, I hadn't noticed before, his hands are really extraordinarily beautiful!
…
"It's done." Tang Song smiled satisfactorily, tore off the sketch paper, and gently placed it on the stall.
"Brother Song... what is this...?"
Tang Song turned his head and asked, "Lele, how do you think my drawing turned out?"
"It's very, very good!" Qian Lele's face was flushed as she looked at her portrait sketch on the stall.
"Then it's settled." Tang Song raised his eyebrows with a smile and picked up Qian Lele's white plastic board with the price written on it.
He added a line: "Buy a bracelet, win a free portrait sketch!!"
Then, Tang Song took out his phone from his pocket and launched the lucky spin wheel he had created earlier in a mini program.
The only prize was a "sketch portrait," with a winning probability of 10%.
