Chen Jingyuan's loud voice echoed throughout the main hall.
"Today, I, Chen Jingyuan, have found a soulmate!"
The words fell.
The room was silent.
A moment ago, the young scholar with a disdainful look suddenly became pale.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a crash, shattering to pieces.
Yet he seemed unaware.
The elderly gentleman next to him gave him a push.
"Zhou Ping! Wasn't it you who said he was just showing off?"
The young scholar called Zhou Ping jolted as if he had been scalded and sprang up from his chair.
He completely dared not look at Mr. Chen, only bowing deeply toward Lin Wan Yi.
A standard ninety-degree bow.
"Ms. Lin!"
His voice trembled, with a sobbing tone.
"I... I apologize for my ignorance and prejudice just now!"
"It was my fault!"
"I only saw the sheep's weakness, but failed to see the gavel in your painting representing rules and order!"
"You painted not animals, but an ideal country!"
