XL Art Gallery, Lin Xilin was sitting by the bar, carefully reviewing next month's exhibition plan. Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, she turned around and saw Zhou Xinyao, who had called earlier, walking in.
"Why aren't you relaxing on a weekend, and instead coming all the way to my gallery? What's so urgent?" She quipped.
"Can't I come see you on a weekend?" Zhou Xinyao laughed, "If it were a weekday, I'd be too busy. Let me tell you, my dad is about to give me a big project. You probably won't be able to see me for the next few months!"
"Alright, I get it. You're a busy person now." Lin Xilin handed over two cups of coffee, one placed in front of Xinyao, and one in front of herself. "So, what's the matter?"
Zhou Xinyao fished out a piece of paper from her bag, a letter that had been folded multiple times, spread it on the table, and handed it to Lin Xilin, "Help me check if this list is real or not."
