"So I don't have the qualifications to meet Master Lin, but I suppose you do?" Zhang Bin rolled his eyes and said disdainfully.
"Hahaha…" The three of them let out strange laughs. Peng Yang said arrogantly, "If we don't have the qualifications to meet Master Lin, then no one here today does."
"What makes you think he can't meet Master Lin? Let me tell you, not only can he meet him today, but he can also take me along."
Yang Yiyi was growing tired of their arrogance and boisterousness. Besides, she believed in Zhang Bin's capabilities; the way he had dealt with that hooligan earlier was enough to show her how impressive he was.
"Beauty, I hate to tell you this, but you've been deceived," Peng Yang said. "He's no famous artist or genius in the world of calligraphy and painting; he's just a fraud. There's no way he can meet Master Lin. Only we can."
