"Those who would attend Li Xing'er's banquet must be a bunch of scoundrels!" Tang Lingyun snorted. "Sister, this is an apprenticeship banquet, and those who are attending are all famous figures in the oil painting world. As for her, she's just a good-for-nothing!"
Tang Ruge knew very well that news of her and Li Xing'er arguing at the door would definitely spread. At that time, everyone would compare their banquets. Other than the venue, they would also compare guests to determine who had stronger connections.
Now that she had already acknowledged Qi Zhong as her master and become a truly powerful socialite, how could an ignorant and incompetent rich daughter like Li Xing'er compare to her?
On the other side of Furong Pavilion, all the guests had arrived. Li Xing'er had only invited her friends, so there were not many people. The spacious Furong Pavilion actually seemed a little empty.
