At the exhibition venus, the industry insiders in front were all looking at the drawings in high spirits, and there were all sorts of compliments. The people who didn't understand art echoed them and applauded. Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured down on them.
The originally noisy and lively scene instantly fell silent.
Everyone looked at the source of the voice. Song Fengwan slowly stood up from her seat.
Gao Xue's fingers gripped the microphone tightly, and she was gritting her teeth so tightly that they were creaking. I've already registered the patents. What does this wretched girl want to do?
"Miss?" The bodyguard at the side reminded Song Fengwan to take note of the occasion.
"Teacher Gao, I just want to ask you if these drawings are really your original creations?" Song Fengwan looked straight at her. Her phoenix eyes were red, seemingly on fire, burning and intimidating.
