Facing Shi Yaoguang's curious gaze, Zhou Minran felt an urge to dig a hole and bury himself in it.
He had used the label of "performer" to belittle Shi Yaoguang, simply to prevent her from getting too inflated. He wanted her to understand that a performer was nothing more than an object for others' amusement and that she was merely superficially glamorous.
However, Shi Yaoguang's words had dragged painters into the argument as well.
Both being of the lower echelons, who was more noble than the other?
Zhou Minran truly couldn't find words to argue with her, and his face began to look awkward right away, "Don't think that by sophistry you can change the fact that you're a performer!"
Shi Yaoguang questioned, "Sophistry? I'm not."
"You..." Zhou Minran was at a loss for words, as she seemed to indeed have not resorted to sophistry.
Everything was a matter of his own lack of skill.