Chen Lun and Floey followed Noah to the entrance of the Gallery, with Walsh closely behind.
"Mr. Noah from the Silver Dragon Trade Association, welcome."
Beckman greeted warmly.
Noah squeezed out an embarrassed smile, clearly uncomfortable with the address.
"Mr. Beckman, I'm delighted to attend this painting exhibit and have been looking forward to it."
Due to his large size, Noah could only slightly bend his waist and extend his hand.
Beckman chuckled softly and shook hands with him.
"Then I can assure you that this exhibit will not disappoint you... Let me tell you a secret, there's one of your own pieces among the paintings.
Please forgive me, I hung it up without your permission, unable to bear seeing such fine work go unnoticed."
Beckman looked apologetic.
"It deserves to be seen by more people."
"Oh! Is that so!"
Noah appeared excited, his cheeks flushed and he became somewhat bashful.
"May I ask which piece of mine it is?"
