Xie Wanying sketching him? Tao Zhijie's brain froze for a second.
Some people couldn't wait to crane their necks to see what Xie Wanying had made of Tao Zhijie's portrait.
Zhu Huicang turned his head to look at Cao Yong: What to do, she sketched Tao Zhijie?
Cao Yong's lips formed two shallow dimples, smiling without speaking, knowing well that this was absolutely impossible.
Indeed, there were no portraits in the notebook, only anatomical atlases.
"It's not even a facial anatomy." Zhu Huicang, having seen clearly, complained about Zhang Huayao making baseless remarks and causing unnecessary tension.
The one who was nervous was Xie Wanying, the one involved. She discreetly regulated her breathing, daring not to make a sound. Uncle Zhang, being a top expert, naturally could recognize what she had drawn.
"Was I wrong? Take a look, isn't this you?" Challenged by others, Zhang Huayao decisively showed the notebook page to Tao Zhijie to see who was talking nonsense.
