Yin Tian and his companions took a taxi to the venue of the calligraphy event.
Their arrival was perfectly timed, as many who looked like the upper class were queuing to enter.
Seeing this, Jiang Qingge immediately stretched out her hand and gently patted her chest, "Luckily we made it in time..."
Observing Jiang Qingge's expression, Yin Tian smiled lightly, said nothing, and just led the girls towards the entrance of the venue.
After queuing for a while, it was finally their turn.
"Invitations, please."
The security guard at the gate grinned as he spoke.
Invitations?
Yin Tian was taken aback. Did they really need an invitation to get in?
"None?"
The smile on the security guard's face slowly faded, "I'm terribly sorry, but this is a private calligraphy event and, without an invitation, there's no way to enter."
Yin Tian frowned slightly, it had not occurred to him that one needed an invitation to enter.
