Mianmian chuckled, "Daddy, are there any other stamps?"
Meng Yunzheng, "…" Are you planning to cover the entire drawing with stamps?
He certainly has more stamps, but they're all in the academy.
Mr. Shanju's stamp, which he rarely uses now, is kept at home, while he carries a private stamp with him.
Meng Yunzheng shook his head, "There's none here."
"What a pity." Mianmian sighed, yet felt incredibly pleased when looking at her artwork, and carefully rolled it up after the ink dried.
Just as she finished rolling it up, Xia Yan's voice sounded from outside, "Sir, miss, it's time for lunch."
Little Mianmian immediately jumped up, "Let's go, let's eat, I also need to visit Great Grandmother for a nap."
As father and daughter walked hand in hand to the flower hall, Shu Yu was already there.
She seemed in a good mood, and Little Mianmian wasted no time hugging her leg, "Mommy, did you miss Mianmian?"
"…Yes." It's only been three hours, what's this talk about missing?
