Outside, Shen Qinglan, who had come up to call the two down for lunch, stood at the entrance of the study, listened to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, and quietly went downstairs.
"Where are your grandpa and Hengyi?" asked Fu Jingtong, puzzled at not seeing them come down.
"I think they were discussing something, so I didn't go in," explained Shen Qinglan.
Fu Jingtong changed the subject without asking further. "Qinglan, isn't your school starting soon?"
Shen Qinglan nodded. "Yes, classes begin on the seventeenth of the first month." That was what her notification had said.
"I heard that there aren't many classes in your senior year. Do you plan to start a gallery or a studio after you graduate?" Fu Jingtong asked, considering that Shen Qinglan's paintings were currently very popular, and starting a gallery was definitely feasible. In this aspect, she knew a few people who could offer help if Shen Qinglan decided to open a gallery.