Not interested...
As soon as Fu Qian spoke, not only did Julie stare at him with wide eyes, but Jose, who had been speaking, was left somewhat dumbfounded for a moment.
"I certainly understand that not everyone is here to appreciate art, but aren't you being a bit too blunt?"
"Mr. Cha is really frank."
After exchanging glances with the person next to him, Jose cleared his throat.
"But forgive my directness, if you are not interested in art, why would you come to this event?"
"The way I see it, this is merely a small group of like-minded people; it might not be the ideal social occasion you envision."
Towards the end, his tone grew noticeably firmer.
The crowd around them, already observing discreetly, now had almost a justified reason to watch openly, all turning their gazes toward him.
Feeling someone tugging at his sleeve, Fu Qian looked up to see the woman beside him, Julie, whose complexion had already darkened.
