Recluse?
This introduction shocked everyone present. Everyone looked at him in disbelief. Was this the artist they had heard of?
Old Lady Xue, on the other hand, did not understand it. She continued to clamor, "I don't care if you're a recluse or what. Xu Fang is the president, and she said that this painting is worthless. What are you blabbering about?"
Xu Fang, who was mentioned, wished she could find a hole and hide in it!
However, the more she wanted to escape from everyone's sight, the more Old Lady Xue looked for her. "Where's Xu Fang?"
She pointed at Xu Fang and said, "Mrs. Xu, tell them."
Xu Fang's lips trembled and she could not speak. She turned to look at Mrs. Xia for help.
Mrs. Xia felt a sense of exaltation. She'd originally felt that Xu Fang's act of spreading rumors about Mrs. Xue was not right. Xu Fang's words at the auction just now had completely pushed her into an awkward position, making her very unhappy.
