Zhao Guangming thanked him profusely, then said, "Master, I've always wanted my daughter to enter medical school, but she refused no matter what. She kept saying that she wanted to study painting and enter the Academy of Arts."
"But our family has been practicing medicine for three generations, which has nothing to do with painting. We won't be able to help her in the future."
"Master, do you think we should let her enter medical school or let her study painting? which path can we take to help her develop better in the future?"
Hearing Zhao Guangming address him as "Master", Lin Bai felt very annoyed.
He didn't know how to do fortune-telling but no matter how he explained, the people around him wouldn't listen. They were certain that he would.
Zhao Guangming kept asking questions. Lin Bai felt that if he answered, there would be many more questions waiting for him.
