Yang Mingchao finished speaking, then put the money back in his pocket, "I just got back from the hospital, saw that some of the military families also went to visit. Quite a few people were there, and your uncle probably doesn't know."
Lu Jingqiu nodded, "They are probably some of my dad's subordinates. Dad had asked them not to come before, they must be avoiding Dad."
Yang Mingchao smiled, "Well, they came anyway. We can't escape social obligations. My mom is there looking after things. I heard you took a job illustrating for a children's publishing house, Qiuqiu. That's great, you can earn money now too."
Lu Jingqiu smiled, "That's right. Look, this is what I drew. Not bad, huh?"
Yang Mingchao looked at it and praised it repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad."
Not only did Yang Mingchao, an outsider, think it was good, but even several editors thought so too. Yang Ting saw it and said it was good, so they immediately had Zhang Miao talk to Lu Jingqiu about continuing in this style.