The originally quiet art gallery welcomed many rich and noble guests today.
However, this place was originally prepared for people who knew how to appreciate art. But today, it had no choice but to be tainted by fame and power in the business world.
After Murong Qiao resolved the problem, she was about to dry her hands and push the door open when she heard a low-pitched angry shout from the corner of the corridor.
"I didn't bring you here to let you stand in the corner in a daze!"
This voice was still a little familiar, so Murong Qiao instinctively stopped in her tracks and her ears began to catch what the other party was saying.
"Do you know how much effort I spent to get this ticket? In the end, you just stood there."
Wang Anyang stood by the window and looked at his daughter, who had been useless since she was young, standing in front of him with her head lowered. He felt angry.
