President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Jiang Wan didn't understand why.

Not so much, right?

He just almost missed the play, and it wasn't like he really missed it. Why was Qin Guan so angry?

It was obviously him who started the show without saying hello.

Drip!

Qin Guan honked the car horn suddenly, his tone was extremely cold, "Why don't you get in the car and wait for me to hug you?"

Jiang Wanyi stuck out her tongue secretly and got into the car obediently.

After all, Qin's father and Qin's mother were still sitting in the back row. The atmosphere in the car was not good, but it was not too bad. They arrived at the competition site peacefully.

This is a charity painting competition. After the children's paintings are selected, the top three paintings will be auctioned off by the company that sponsors the competition at a price of [-] per pair. The money will be used to give to children in mountainous areas. Buy painting supplies so they can hold a paintbrush and become their own magic brush, Ma Liang.

This is why, when the art teacher proposed to take Ai Bao to participate in the competition, Qin Su immediately agreed.

This is so meaningful.

No matter whether Aibo will pursue the path of being a painter in the future, he will be very emotional when he thinks back to his first participation in the competition.

Just as I was thinking about it, a man wearing a vest with a competition logo came over and said very politely, "Are you here to participate in the competition? Who is the contestant?"

"Hello, uncle, I am today's contestant, my name is Aibao." Aibao came out and greeted him with a sweet voice.

It almost warms the hearts of the staff.

After praising him for being so good, he finally remembered to get down to business and said, "Come on, a parent, come with me and take your child backstage to make preparations and calm down the child's mood."

As a biological mother, Qin Su naturally stood up.

She led Aiba to the backstage and found that other children had also arrived, and they were all busy checking their painting equipment.

Qin Su also started to check Ai Bao's things.

Outside, Huo Hangzhi led everyone to sit down in the front row, where they could see the entire process of the AIBO painting competition most clearly.

At this time, a staff member came over and wanted to take Douyaer and Kebao away.

"The two of them did not participate in the competition." Huo Hangzhi said.

Dou Ya'er also nodded quickly, "Yes, uncle, I don't know anything except drawing eggs. Don't take me to the competition, it will be embarrassing."

The staff were all amused by him.

He quickly explained, "It's like this, because today is a competition to support children in impoverished mountainous areas. The TV station will come to interview and take photos soon, and will give a close-up of all the children, so they need to sit together so that the photos will look good."

Following the staff's gaze, there was indeed a special children's viewing area not far away.

Huo Hangzhi hesitated for a moment, but still let Kebao and Douyaer pass.

The distance was not far, so he felt relieved.

The staff led the two children over and specially arranged them in the first row.

"You two are both handsome, so when your uncle takes pictures of you later, be sure to smile!" the staff warned.

Dou Ya'er nodded and agreed readily.

Kebao had a sullen face, but he didn't refuse.

The staff then left with peace of mind.

Here, the host in charge of the competition also came on stage. After a brief walk through the process, he invited the twenty children participating in the competition to come on stage and give them one hour of painting time. He hoped that they could draw the world in their hearts.

Everyone's attention was instantly focused on the stage.

As long as Huo Hangzhi's eyes fell on the children's stand.

In his sight, there was a man carrying a high-power camera, slowly heading towards the children's stand.