Not interested...
The moment Fu Qian said that, Julie's eyes widened. Even Jose, who had been speaking, was stunned for a moment.
I knew not everyone came here to appreciate art, but weren't you being a little too blunt?
"Mr. Cha, you're certainly frank."
After exchanging a glance with the person beside him, Jose cleared his throat.
"But if you don't mind my asking, why come to this event if you're not interested in art?"
"To put it plainly, this is just a small gathering of like-minded people. It might not be the ideal social occasion you imagined."
His tone grew noticeably more pointed toward the end.
A crowd nearby had already been watching in secret. Now they had every excuse to openly stare, and they all turned to look at him.
Feeling someone tug at his sleeve, Fu Qian looked up at the mature woman beside him, Julie. Her expression had darkened.
"Isn't your imagination running a little wild? Of course I came to find like-minded people too."
Jose had accused him of having ulterior motives, but Fu Qian's expression didn't change in the slightest.
"If I remember correctly, this is a cultural and artistic salon. I'm just not interested in art."
Fu Qian pointed at the ceiling.
"I'm a history and astronomy enthusiast."
"Or are those two subjects not considered part of culture here?"
"...I was being narrow-minded."
Jose clearly hadn't expected Fu Qian to answer that way. After studying him for a while, he finally nodded.
"Speaking of which, since you're an astronomy enthusiast, Mr. Cha, what do you make of the strange phenomenon from a couple of days ago?"
"That's been a hot topic of discussion these past few days."
This was almost too convenient!
Fu Qian kept his face impassive at Jose's question, but inside,