The venue for this summit was provided by the Qi family, and Qi Mingli's clubhouse is located downstairs from the conference hall.

Song Anran immediately went to the club, booked a private room, and locked herself inside to drink.

She kicked off her high heels, tossed her handbag carelessly on the ground, sat down on the cold floor, ordered a bunch of drinks, opened the bottles, and drank straight from the bottle.

Her brother, Song Hanzheng, kept calling, and her cell phone kept ringing in her bag, but she ignored it.

There were sticky notes and a ballpoint pen on the coffee table.

After finishing a bottle of wine.

For some reason, Song Anran grabbed a sticky note and a ballpoint pen, and started drawing rapidly on the sticky note.

Painting is her favorite subject and also her greatest talent.

She's proficient in everything and has learned everything.

Now, however, he has to endure the pain of abandoning his beloved painting.

You can't be like Lu Zhiwei, flaunting your paintings in front of everyone as you please.

They are praised and worshipped by the world.

Who could know the bitterness in her heart?

I don't know how many I drew.

Sticky notes were scattered all over the floor.

A figure in a blue suit stood outside the private room and knocked on the door.

Song Anran ignored her.

The other person simply pushed the door open and came in.

The expensive leather shoes stepped on the floor, and accidentally stepped on a sticky note.

The man bent down to pick it up, silently admiring the lifelike painting: "Miss Song not only has a beautiful singing voice, but her painting skills are also so outstanding. Why didn't she show off her skills on stage just now? How could she let that Miss Lu steal the spotlight?"