At first, Jiang Shuyao couldn't believe it, not until she entered the hotel room where Pei Yan laid out two invitations from Zhuo Cubic in front of her, and her eyes widened in astonishment.
Zhuo Cubic was the private gallery of Master Zongnan, a grandmaster in the art world. It opened only once a year, and the timing was never fixed. Many artists would give their all for a chance to behold the master's lifework, but unfortunately, the invitations were almost priceless.
The things money can't buy often feel more sacred.
In Pei Yan's eyes, that old man was just going round and round with a few landscape paintings, nothing really impressive. However, since it was his Princess's idol, no matter how much he didn't care for it, he wouldn't dare to openly disrespect it.
Jiang Shuyao stared blankly at the invitation until the slippers and socks on her feet were removed, snapping her back to reality.
"I bought you a pair of shoes, try them on and see if they fit."
