Luo He dismissed it with a smile, "No rush, I have plenty of time. When you can see again, we'll decipher the painting together."
After speaking, he turned back and whispered a few instructions to his subordinates.
A few sturdy men came over and forcibly searched the two of them, taking away their phones and guns, then locked the husband and wife in a filthy storage room.
The storage room had no windows, almost completely isolated from the outside world except for the crack of the door. The floor was cluttered with piles of dusty rotten wood planks, and there were some rat droppings in the corners. The smell was anything but pleasant.
Qiao Chengxun, who had a cleanliness obsession, couldn't bear to let his wife stand in such a dirty place, so he took off his suit jacket and spread it over the rotten planks.
"Meimei, you sit here for a bit." He gently sat his wife down onto the suit jacket and then sat beside her on the wooden planks.