Over ten minutes later, Jian Xi came in. She glanced around the shop and promptly pulled down the shutter.
The light in the shop darkened instantly as Ming Wei turned on the lamp and looked anxiously at Jian Xi.
Jian Xi's face was somber as she walked towards Ming Wei.
She was completely infuriated!
Not just because Ming Wei had discovered her identity, but also because of Cheng Ling.
A beautiful girl, here getting drunk with a man... She dared not think further.
If Cheng Ling was missing even a single hair! She would definitely slaughter Ming Wei!
The chilling aura of murder emanated from every pore of her body. The temperature in the not-so-spacious gallery dropped sharply, and a sense of oppression rose from every corner.
Such a strong presence! Where did she seem like a refined artist? This posture was akin to someone on a killing spree! Ming Wei felt scared, and the fear kept growing stronger.
Although she was just an eighteen-year-old frail girl, half his age.
