"Professor Qin, I've long admired your reputation."
Old Jiang, upon seeing Qin Zhiya, had a content smile on his face as the two old men shook hands with each other.
"I've heard of the great painter Jiang for quite some time now. I've always wanted to visit you but, unfortunately, I've never had the chance."
The two old men looked at each other and both felt that the other was extremely agreeable.
As they were chatting and walking into the house, Old Jiang suggested, "Ruanruan, that little fellow is upstairs listening to Jincheng play the piano. Would you like to go see?"
"Sure, but just to have a look. Let's not disturb the two kids. Your grandson Jincheng and Ruanruan are both so sensible. I've only met him twice and I liked him very much."
