A deep and magnetic voice that seemed to contain a smile could be heard.
"Elder Yu, long time no see."
Yu Pingchuan recalled that his flight had been delayed previously. So, if he were to call at this time...
"Are you in the Capital?"
"Yes. I just left the airport and am on my way to the art gallery."
Yu Pingchuan looked at the time. The airport was quite far from here.
"The gallery will probably be closed by the time you arrive. Besides, you took an international flight. You should go home and rest first. It'll be the same even if you come back tomorrow."
"I believe that I heard that you went to the art gallery today?" Shi Yang smiled. "When Wang Kai and the others told me, I thought they were joking."
Yu Pingchuan was a master of oil painting. It was indeed rare for him to go to a Chinese art exhibition.
