Xue Yang stroked Lin Xi's soft head.
Actually, she didn't need to ask him so many questions. After all, the novel was her own venture now. But she still did. And he was sure that if he objected, she would definitely take his opinion to heart.
"What are you two talking about?" Zhong Hailan asked, carrying a bowl of cold cucumber salad into the living room.
"Mom, look. This is the comic Xiao Xi drew," Xue Yang said, handing Lin Xi's manuscript to Zhong Hailan.
Lin Xi immediately became nervous. Comics are for young people, after all. The older generation usually isn't fond of them, right? It was just like when she was learning to draw; her father had actually wanted her to learn traditional landscape painting because he believed it would cultivate a person's artistic sensibilities. Lin Xi, however, didn't really enjoy it. She could learn it, but in her heart, she much preferred comics. This had even led to disagreements with her father.
