Wen Meimei didn't pick up on his words, and walked straight towards Wang Youwei, who was bringing over the painting.
Wang Youwei didn't know what had happened on stage and only had Qiao's instructions in mind, which were to show utmost courtesy to Wen Meimei. He said with a smile, "Miss Wen, here is your painting."
Wen Meimei roughly snatched the painting with both hands and walked past Wang Youwei without another word.
Wang Youwei was utterly confused; something seemed off about Miss Wen's expression...
No, everything was off!
The atmosphere on stage was strange, there was an oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe. Could he perhaps not go there?
Suddenly, Qiao Chengxun turned around and looked at the girl's slender silhouette, calling out loudly, "Meimei!"
Wen Meimei didn't stop, she didn't even react at all.
She wouldn't return to this man's side again, even if some devilish agreement bound her, it no longer meant anything.
