Seeing that Jin Yufei didn't look good, Zheng Shuangshuang patted her on the shoulder and consoled, "Don't worry about it, didn't you bring a painting here? When Master Han arrives, quickly show it to him for review, that's the real deal!"
"This Master Zhang, although quite renowned, is still a bit inferior compared to Master Han. Besides, he's so old now, maybe he's become senile, which is why his judgment on people and paintings has become so poor."
After hearing Zheng Shuangshuang's words, Jin Yufei felt a bit better.
A moment later, someone suddenly shouted, "Master Han is here!"
As soon as these words were said, everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the venue entrance.
Sure enough, Han Zhiyu was walking in slowly from the outside.
As a leading figure in the art world, a ceiling-level existence, Han Zhiyu's appearance caused an instant sensation.
In an instant, everyone swarmed over, surrounding Han Zhiyu, all greeting him with respect.
