Zhou Yun was roasting him in her heart, but of course she couldn't say it out loud.
After all, he was a well-known rich heir here in France; it wouldn't do to offend him.
But she also didn't want to have too much contact with William Stanthorpe; after all, they'd only met for the first time last night and there were already rumors swirling—definitely a bad sign.
In her mind, Zhou Yun had already drawn a big X over William Stanthorpe, yet on the surface she still had to politely chat and laugh with him.
"Do you usually go to exhibitions too?" William Stanthorpe asked.
"I don't really know much about painting; I only vaguely know about different categories like Impressionism and Modernism, but if you want me to actually say anything meaningful, that'd be hard," Zhou Yun said frankly.
