Xu Anyuan smiled slightly, "That's right."
This year's Cloud City Art Exhibition was organized by Boss Qiu.
It invited renowned individuals from around the world.
Only the most central display spot was left, and after other ambitious oil painters knew that Murong Qiyue was participating, basically no one dared to come.
After all, securing that display spot from the talented young lady, Murong Qiyue, was just too difficult.
Those established painters didn't dare to come forward; if they lost to a younger person, wouldn't that be a loss of face?
Therefore, Murong Qiyue could make such a statement.
Neither Xu Anyuan nor Evelin found anything wrong with Murong Qiyue's words.
Evelin, holding a document, saw Ye Shaohua casually carrying a wrapped oil painting. The look of superiority she usually had turned somewhat sympathetic when she looked at Ye Shaohua.
