This kind of apathetic behavior is simply a desecration of snacks.
Zheng Siyuan perked up, and started to seriously color it.
After a while, a beautiful apple was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands. He contentedly studied the apple, put it down, and turned to glance at Qin Huai.
"Hiss——"
Zheng Siyuan gasped.
What an ugly apple.
This patchy color, looking like an apple colored by a three-year-old child, he hadn't seen in many years.
How did Qin Huai's skills regress to this level?
No, it's not the skill. How did his aesthetic become this outlandish?
Could it be that because his first apple coloring was not done well, he led Qin Huai astray?
Zheng Siyuan glanced at the first apple he colored, feeling it wasn't that terrible!
Zheng Siyuan craned his neck to look at the apple Qin Huai was coloring and let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this apple was executed normally.
