Gu Huiyan looked at the pink skirt on Little Bai, and now it was his turn to fall silent.
He really had been thrown for a loop.
Pixiu was a mythical creature only found in legends, and modern people only bought Pixiu sculptures for their homes as a symbol of wealth and protection.
If Pixiu really existed, how could this young lady be so poor?
"So here is the situation, young lady," Gu Huiyan got to the point, "I'd like to ask you for a favor. There's a youth cultural exhibition in the Western Continent that requires participation from young people under 20."
"The theme is open, and the type is not limited. I am not worried about traditional painting and calligraphy, as Heaven Earth Alliance has already contributed. What's left is embroidery. Could you embroider a piece for us? Something to dazzle the foreigners."
Si Fuqing paused, her gaze narrowing slightly.
This old man, indeed a sly fox, had seen right through her skills.
