Irene could not understand Millicent's words. In the past, she could understood Millicent's painting a little bit. She just thought that she could not paint it. Now, Claudia was an artist, Irene did not understand it at all.
"Millicent, I feel that painting is like making wine. The longer it is, the more fragrant it is. You are very young and talanted, there were many people praising your painting, remember? I trust you will also be an artist one day ."
Millicent nodded, and then began to admire the paintings on the wall with all his heart. After a while, cinsidering Irene was pregnant, she thought that Irene would be bored and tired. So she said hastily, "Irene, there is a lounge over there, would you want to wait and rest on that seat, as well as have some snacks.I guess it won't take
