Chen Shiqing responded indifferently, holding a wine glass as she walked towards Qiao Mo: "Miss Qiao, what a coincidence."
Qiao Mo turned her head to glance at her and nodded slightly, then directly brushed past her to approach the next painting.
"Such arrogance, one would think she's some blue-blooded aristocrat," one of Chen Shiqing's friends sneered.
Another chimed in, "Hasn't the Qiao family gone bankrupt? How could the C family still send an invitation to someone like her, unthinkable!"
Qiao Mo furrowed her brows slightly, unwilling to waste time with them.
After all, the clothes and paintings on display held great significance for a designer.
She had deliberately asked someone for a notebook and pen earlier, jotting down a lot of things along the way.
Chen Shiqing approached Qiao Mo, lightly laughing: "Why didn't Nancheng accompany you here?"
"Then you should ask him," Qiao Mo replied blandly, feeling a bellyful of anger at the mention of Fu Nancheng.
