After a while, someone realized and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that Wen Meimei?"
"Damn, that's Qiao's ex-wife. Why is she here?"
"Haha... This is the drama of the year! Could it be that Wen Meimei wants to get back together with her ex-husband? Didn't they divorce just a few days ago?"
"Who knows, let's just watch and find out."
...
Wen Meimei ignored those wildly speculative voices, taking a new microphone from the staff.
Her icy, sharp gaze, like the blade of a knife, swept directly towards An Yuxin.
An Yuxin shivered, a sense of awe uncontrollably rising from within her.
This woman was not to be underestimated, she thought to herself silently.
Wen Meimei turned her head to look at the original painting on the big screen and remained silent for a long time.
The corners of her lips suddenly curved into a cold smirk, and she said indifferently, "The mystery of this painting speaks of a supreme artistic realm, not merely about the story of the person in the painting."
