"This is..."
Mr. Cheng looked at the painting in his hand, and his expression changed.
Cheng Xueyi felt a surge of joy; Mr. Cheng had high standards for paintings, and it's impressive that he didn't throw away Chi Youyou's amateurish scribbles on the spot!
Because Mr. Cheng hadn't said anything yet, the atmosphere in the room became tense.
"Mr. Cheng has such high standards for paintings, do you think he might smash it on the spot?"
"Probably not, but he might get so angry that his blood pressure goes up!"
...
Cheng Yi saw Mr. Cheng staring at the painting without moving, and felt a bit anxious; could he really have gotten so upset that his blood pressure spiked and he fainted?
That would be a major embarrassment!
"Um... Dad, Youyou put a lot of thought into this. She knows you love paintings, so she specifically got this for you. Let me help you put it away."
He leaned over, wanting to help Mr. Cheng wrap things up, but Mr. Cheng avoided him and looked up excitedly.
