Daisy Ginger furrowed her brow, looking at her son's face, "You plan to attend her class?"
Erin Ginger didn't speak, just nodded in her arms.
It was rare for him to show interest in anything, so Daisy naturally wouldn't oppose it, though she felt a bit uneasy.
"You won't be able to sleep in every day anymore." Daisy put him down and tousled his little head, "There will be a lot of homework, and you won't be able to go out to draw every day. Can you handle that?"
The little boy furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and then nodded.
Seeing his determination, Daisy naturally didn't object anymore, she agreed and said to Vivian, "You take him to class."
Vivian adjusted her glasses, agreed, walked up, and held Erin's little hand, glancing at Daisy, said earnestly, "Miss Ginger, pardon me but young Erin is much more sensible than you."
Daisy, expressionless: "......"
With a tutor this blunt, can she really teach her son well?
