Ling Qingyu: Is there something wrong with my IQ

[A/N: Please reread the previous chapter since I updated them yesterday if you only saw the short version. A bit dizzy yesterday due to lack of sleeping and wrong sleep cycles.]

The first item exhibited didn't even move Ling Qingyu's eyelids. It was nothing more than the famous abstract painting or it seemed.

After the host announced the identity of the painter, people gasped. Their eyes shone with greed to own the painting.

Ling Qingyu was confused. People enjoyed seeing weird pattern designs and felt the true art. How come? Whenever she looked at the painting, why did she feel like an idiot? She couldn't analyze anything.

Ling Qingyu scratched her head, doubtful of her IQ, after comparing with the restless crowd. Even Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue, who had nothing to do with art, were commenting on this and that.

She nearly plucked away her hair from overthinking. Her expression amused Yang Qingyue on the side, who chuckled.