Peter's words were sharp and biting, making Shirley feel very uncomfortable. She immediately furrowed her brows and stepped in front of him, questioning, "What do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? You know very well, don't you? Why bother asking?" Peter disdainfully glanced at Shirley and then slowly unfolded his prized painting. "Enough. You and I are not on the same level. If you have any sense, just get out of here and stop being an eyesore."
Shirley was furious, her face turning red instantly. "I thought this was a place where all art enthusiasts could communicate equally and speak freely. I didn't expect to find out that you can't accept objective criticism and can only listen to flattering words. You're right. I should leave, but not because I can't appreciate art. It's because I
