"Alright, the child doesn't want us to go, and that's also out of filial piety. It's so unbearably hot; even if we went, what help could we be? Shouyi, his uncle, is there, so Lian En definitely won't be wronged!" Feng Ju, glancing at Lianshan and Shuzhen, who were pacing back and forth in the house debating whether to follow them to the city, tried to console them half-heartedly.
Just like Chenchen said, with Lian En's current level of painting skills and renown, all the major fine arts academies in the country are vying for him.
If there were better traditional Chinese painting schools abroad, he could easily go abroad for further enrichment.
No need for Mr. Wu Tong's golden reputation; his own disciple's skills suffice.
Such formidable professional prowess, with consistently high scores in cultural subjects.
With Lian En's capabilities alone, Feng Ju couldn't help but not worry.
