Hao Jian pointed at Qian Shaohang's painting and said, "This painting of yours has a nice layout, excellent coloring, and the combination of colors is top-notch. One glance, and people can't help but be deeply captivated by it."
Qian Shaohang snorted rudely and a look of disdain appeared on his face. Do I need you to tell me that? Don't I know it myself?
"Handsome guy, we asked you to point out the flaws in Qian Shaohang's painting, not to brown-nose," said the sultry Zhang Qiuya teasingly, staring intently at Hao Jian.
Hao Jian nodded. "Now I am going to talk about its flaws. You focus on color but chase perfection too much, making the colors overly pronounced. Could the sea of flowers under the sunset really be this bright and vivid?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Shaohang and Elder Qiu were both startled and instinctively took another look at the painting. Elder Qiu looked especially earnest, wondering if he really had misjudged.
