Faced with Xie Shi'an's question, Song Yu broke out in a cold sweat.
This time, the evidence was conclusive. He had no room to quibble.
The guests discussed animatedly. At first, the crowd only emitted a buzzing sound, but it gradually grew louder.
A large portion of the guests today were from Beijing's art circle.
This included the highly respected senior who had recommended Song Yu to participate in the art exhibition.
"To think that I thought you were a good seedling."
The old senior stood up shakily, his hands trembling in anger. "You're still so reckless even before the wedding. Song Yu, you're really despicable! You've let me down!"
The old man flicked his sleeves and left, but the few words he said before he left were his last words.
Although cheating was a personal matter, as long as it wasn't exposed to the public, nobody in the circle would really care.
