Her words silenced the entire room.
Even the stylist was holding the curly hair and looking at her in shock.
Xie Yingying could not help but gulp. Although Sister Xi's words were ridiculous, when she recalled how she had casually commented that the painting was "not bad," she thought of how she had scored full marks for herself in the IMO and in the college entrance examination. She suddenly felt that her words were a little believable.
Li Zixia's eyes widened.
When she was in the dormitory, she had indeed underestimated Sister Xi. Logically speaking, she should not have doubted it this time, but national paintings needed time to be mastered.
Ye Li was in her forties and had experienced the ups and downs of life. She heard that her husband had recently gone bankrupt and that she had such rich experience to be able to draw the loneliness and desolation of the painting.
