Qi Wenshi's voice was very loud. Qin Churou was stunned and subconsciously denied, "Teacher, did you misunderstand something?"
Qi Wenshi ignored Qin Churou's words and said directly, "Qin Churou, you said that I have a bad temper and that I can't take care of you properly. If it weren't for me, would your painting be this good?"
Qin Churou had already vaguely guessed something.
Her hands were tightly clenched together.
"Qin Churou, did you see that Lu Zhongguo is the number one master painter in the country, and I'm not good enough to bring you into the Youth Painting Competition? I don't have the ability to teach you, right?"
Qi Wenshi's face was dark. Why didn't he know that he had taught an ingrate before?
He had been teaching Qin Churou for nine years, yet Qin Churou still wanted to acknowledge someone else as her teacher!
Qin Churou bit her lip, not knowing how to respond.
