Wen Meimei raised an eyebrow, glancing upward with a glare.
She saw Qiao King of Hell standing at the bedside, his face dark, the subtle black pupils locked onto her innocent big eyes.
"Ignoring my words."
The man spoke in a definitive tone, his voice carried a tone of reproach.
Wen Meimei laughed awkwardly, "I just want to get rid of the trouble quickly. As long as I contact Luo Liu, I can solve the mystery of 'Off Topic.' Then, by handing over the plans, Xiyou Gate won't bother us anymore."
Qiao Chengxun said in a deep voice, "The plans cannot come to light."
Wen Meimei was immediately unhappy, "Why can't they come to light? I just want my family to be safe and not threatened by terrorist organizations anymore. Can't you let me be selfish for once?"
Listening to his wife's aggrieved voice, Qiao Chengxun felt uncomfortable. He sat down by the bed and raised his eyes to meet the girl's watery eyes.
"Meimei, where did you hide that painting?"
"Why are you asking this?"
