Twenty yuan per card was cheap enough.
Generally speaking, a painting sold on the street would cost between 30 to 50 yuan.
It was her first time running a business, and she was aiming for small profits but high turnover.
Because it was cheap, and because her paintings were good, business was good.
"Auntie, can you draw one for me?"
A tender voice came in.
Piao Xiang raised his head and saw a beautiful little girl standing in front of him. She had long hair, was quiet, and had a sweet smile.
Her grip on the pen tightened, her throat tightened, and her heart tightened as she stared at the pen. She could not say anything for a moment.
"Auntie, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"
The little girl looked down at herself in confusion.
"Alright."
Piao Xiang hurriedly nodded.
"Just do a simple pose!"
"Yes!"
