When Song Fengwan saw the words on the invitation, she was a little surprised.
Gao Xue was going to open a solo exhibition? This was what every designer dreamed of. She was the winner of the Yuming Cup, so naturally, a large number of people were willing to support her.
This award was too important.
"Uncle Yan, are you going?"
"Are you interested?" Yan Wangchuan tapped the steering wheel. The traffic in Beijing was really difficult to describe in a few words, and it was very congested.
"She's my teacher." Because they were acquaintances, she was definitely even more curious. "When I came to the capital for tutoring previously, she was also a teacher in the tutoring center and taught me."
"Actually, many truly talented people don't participate in this competition. They are relatively indifferent to fame and fortune."
Song Fengwan was curious. "Such as?"
"Your uncle and my senior brothers."
"Who else?"
