However, with King of Hell's reputation for following through on his promises, if she didn't trade the real solution, he would definitely give the painting away.
Wen Meimei, Luo Liu is already dead.
Holding onto those things is meaningless, isn't it?
Wen Meimei's lips curled into a bitter smile, some matters had to be confronted eventually.
Rampaging Big Sister: Fine. But you can't give the painting to anyone else when the time comes. I'm the only one who knows the real solution.
Xun: Hmm.
Wen Meimei put down her phone, and the joy of advancing to the top 25 today disappeared in that moment.
...
Five days later, at the Imperial Capital International Convention and Exhibition Center.
At half-past eight in the morning, several authoritative media arrived at the exhibition center.
