The exhibition hall wasn't very crowded, and at this time, not many people were interested in looking at paintings, so most of those present were players, with as many as ten surrounding Jiang Jiang.
"Miss Jiang Jiang, your paintings are truly magnificent," a portly middle-aged man gushing, refusing to let go of her hand, "Those who say your work lacks depth are the ones without depth. Your paintings are obviously full of compassion; you are like a deity in this world!"
His words were too much for the other players, and someone stepped forward to suggest he let go.
After reluctantly releasing her hand, the man pulled a young man closer, "This is my son, who has just become a player and he is your fan. Please, remember to sign a painting for him later!"
The young man looked at Jiang Jiang with slight excitement; Jiang Jiang smiled and nodded, uttering an "Excuse me" before moving on to converse with someone else.
