Chapter 561: He Is Not Who He Used to Be

Wail failed to buy the paint she wanted, so she drove back. The little girl who followed her out didn't understand, frowned and asked, "Why didn't you buy it and then go back? The paint can at home has been knocked over. You have no paint to use if you want to draw." Wail drove steadily, heard what she said and smiled softly, "Isn't there a bookstore near home? Just go there and buy it." She suddenly understood that she knew that there was no difference in the quality of the pigments in the two...