When they saw Chiang Xiao, many men's eyes lit up.
All they could think was, what a beautiful little Eastern girl!
However, some people were very disdainful.
Just a snotty little brat, actually daring to come here and compete with them.
Even if she had started learning from her mother's womb, she couldn't compare to them, could she?
Moreover, in a poor and backward country like China, where is there any artistic atmosphere? Where are the great famous painters?
Who could she have learned from?
This kind of young girl, who knows what's wrong with Mr. Wen Li, insisting on letting her sign up and come here to be on equal footing with them.
Oh no, they're not even on equal footing; isn't it said she already has a room?
They were all still waiting for the first-round competition, and she had already moved in.
