"I remember we don’t have oil painting materials at home. When did you go out to buy it last night?" Ning Xiaoruan looked curiously at Shen Zhining and Sheng Jiaoyang.

"Why do you need oil painting materials for an ink painting?" Grandfather Ning’s gaze landed on Ning Xiaoruan.

"What? Ink painting?" Ning Xiaoruan cast a dumbfounded look at Sheng Jiaoyang. "I thought you’re good at oil painting?"

"Is there any contention between oil painting and ink painting?" Sheng Jiaoyang felt that Ning Xiaoruan was making a fuss about nothing.

"How can one person be proficient in so many different types of paintings?! Besides, how old are you? Did you start learning in your mother’s womb?"

Shen Zhining briefly glanced at Ning Xiaoruan. "Just because you can't do it doesn’t mean that others can’t."

"…" Are you calling me stupid? Ning Xiaoruan parted his lips but, in the end, he put up with it.

"I've always known that you can draw, but I haven't seen your work. I'm going to have a good look at Jiaojiao's paintings later," Madam Ning said with a smile.

"Jiaojiao," Grandmother Ning called out and said, "Yesterday, Sufen showed...