"Mrs. Qiao thinks that me, being the girl in the painting, cannot serve as evidence?" Wen Meimei retorted.
Her anger flared up, and she didn't back down an inch from this old woman.
Mrs. Qiao said, "Even if you're the girl in the painting, that proves nothing, unless you can tell what kind of paints were used to create it, what principle causes the image to change when it encounters water, and why the painting doesn't spoil after getting wet. Can you explain?"
Damn it!
Wen Meimei, unable to control herself in her rage, swore profusely.
This old woman was deliberately making things difficult for her, and from the look of it, she probably wouldn't let her take the painting away.
Ha, how ridiculous.
King of Hell Qiao, take a look at your mother... isn't she annoying?
Wen Meimei turned her head to the silent man, curved her lips in a smile, and said, "Mr. Qiao, I came for the painting on my own behalf, brought two hundred percent sincerity, and you?"
What do you say?
