In the living room, Old Mrs. Ye, Old Mr. Ye, and Ye Liyuan all wore serious expressions as they waited for Ye Rongyuan to continue speaking.

Ye Rongyuan glanced around the room and deliberately lowered his voice, saying, "I just met Ou Yangfu. He mentioned that Zhu Xiulin, the teacher, wants to know who painted that painting."

"Zhu Xiulin?" Old Mrs. Ye had heard of this famous painter before, and many people at Mr. Ou’s banquet had mentioned him.

Old Mr. Ye furrowed his brow, "Does he want to meet Ann, or does he have other intentions?"

Ye Rongyuan shook his head, "It’s not clear yet. I told Ou Yangfu not to mention Ann for now. Let’s first find out the results before deciding."

Ye Liyuan remained silent, contemplating for a moment before asking, "Should we inform Ann’s father about this?"

They all knew that little one had exceptional talent in painting, and Zhu Xiulin being such a renowned artist meant they had to take this seemingly small matter seriously.

Old Mrs. Ye’s expression turned serious. She thought about little one’s piano talent before and could guess that the Qin family’s thoughts on little one should align with theirs. They wouldn’t delay little one and would even value her greatly.

Ye Liyuan turned to Ye Rongyuan and asked, "Wasn’t Ann with you? What did Ann say?"

At the mention of this, Ye Rongyuan couldn’t help but smile, "I told Ann not to reveal her identity as a little artist for now, and Ann agreed."

Though not present, Ye Liyuan could imagine little one’s adorable smiling face with her round eyes and her sweet, soft voice.

He smiled too, his expression much more relaxed than a moment ago.

As for whether to inform the Qin family—

Old Mrs. Ye felt the gaze of the three father and sons on her and couldn’t help but sigh softly, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Old Mr. Ye carefully considered his words and asked her, "Wentin, do you think we should inform Ann’s father about this?"

That meant he wanted to hear her decision.

Old Mrs. Ye sighed lightly, "Ann’s matters naturally should be told to him."

If Qin Haochen were the kind of father with conservative ideas, Old Mrs. Ye wouldn’t keep him in the dark.

But from the last time little one played the piano, it was clear to everyone. She wasn’t blind or completely indifferent; she could feel Qin Haochen’s concern for little one.

Since he cared, there was no reason for them to keep him in the dark, otherwise, the Ye family would be at fault.

Old Mr. Ye nodded with a smile, "Alright, I’ll have Jie Hansi contact him."

"Yeah, go ahead, contact him soon." Old Mrs. Ye stood up and then turned back to ask her three sons, "Anything else?"

"No." Ye Rongyuan grinned, "Mom, you go inside and keep company with my sister and Ann."

Old Mrs. Ye walked slowly into the room.

The door opened and closed gently.

Ye Rongyuan seemed to be holding his breath, eager to approach his second brother. He whispered, "Second brother, don’t you think Mom has changed a lot lately?"

Ye Liyuan glanced at him sideways, "I think you’ve changed a lot too."

"Huh? Me?" Ye Rongyuan scratched his head in confusion, "Have I? Where have I changed?"

"You’ve become more childish," Ye Liyuan said bluntly.

Unexpectedly, Ye Rongyuan didn’t retort but chuckled, "Haha, I guess I’ve been influenced by Ann!"

Jie Hansi received Old Mr. Ye’s instructions and immediately started contacting He Yan, the special assistant, to help relay the message.