Wen Meimei unwillingly bit her lip, reached out to embrace the man's sturdy waist, and buried her face into his warm and broad chest.
"Let's find a time, I'll give you the painting, and I won't worry about what happens next."
"Where is the painting? I can go get it myself."
Qiao Chengxun was worried that if she went to get it, she might be targeted by Xiyou Gate.
Wen Meimei climbed onto his shoulder, covered her lips with a small hand, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "In the basement of Chunya Orphanage."
After speaking, she sat back down on the man's lap.
Qiao Chengxun slightly lowered his eyes to look at his wife's round little bald head, "I'll send someone to get it."
Wen Meimei shook her head and slowly explained.
