No matter where, beautiful people's every move could attract everyone's attention.
Just like now, after Xia Wanyuan finished speaking, everyone's gazes gathered on Xia Wanyuan and the female painter she was looking at.
"Pfft, Miss Xia, I originally wanted to give you face, but you didn't give up." Grey looked at Xia Wanyuan disdainfully. In fact, she did not take her conversation with Xia Wanyuan seriously at all. If not for Xia Wanyuan stopping her, she would have already left.
Xia Wanyuan smiled. "Do you remember what you just said? Do you dare to repeat it?"
"I'm dying of laughter. Why wouldn't I dare? Is that even art? I can draw eight hundred of that black paintings with my eyes closed." Grey scoffed in an extremely arrogant manner.
"Okay, then let's give it a try. You draw an oil painting, and I'll draw the same one with you. I'll draw a Chinese ink painting, and you have to draw the same one."
