Chapter 142

"Mummy, do you like this painting too?"

"I like it. It makes sense." Cynthia praised him. This little guy had a talent for painting, he could cultivate this hobby in the future.

"Then I'll pick it up for dad to see." After saying that, the little guy picked up the painting and ran out. The happiest thing about a child was that he would receive the praise of an adult.

Cynthia followed her son to the entrance of the study. Seeing the little fellow being so polite, she knocked on the door and Zion asked, "Daddy, can I come in?"

Gabriel's low voice came from inside, "Sure, come in!"

The little fellow opened the door and entered, only to see Gabriel sitting in front of a computer, seemingly writing an email, but when he saw the little fellow walk in, he immediately stopped his work and smiled at him.

"Daddy, look at my painting." The little guy showed the painting to him.

Gabriel lowered his head and looked at it carefully, and praised, "It's very good,