The curator's face immediately showed a trace of a smile, and he said, "Rest assured, Mr. Painting God, this wasn't done by Miss Su Li. We've already sent someone to handle it."
It wasn't Su Li.
She was much more well-behaved than imagined and didn't seem like someone who would stir up trouble.
The opposite side was silent for a few seconds before hanging up the phone.
*
Su Li and her two girlfriends were sitting in the car returning to the villa Feng Huaijin lent them. Her phone hadn't even warmed up before a call came in.
Su Li saw the caller ID, and her heart instantly started racing, her ears involuntarily getting hot.
Feng Huaijin.
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian immediately covered their ears and said in unison, "Pretend we're deaf."
Su Li: "..."
Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed the answer button.
A deep, flowing voice came through the radio waves, carrying a different kind of charm: "What happened at the art gallery?"
