Qiao Chengxun immediately picked up his wife and turned to walk to the door.
Wen Meimei, weak all over, leaned in the man's arms. As they reached the door, the man suddenly bent down, picked up the painting on the ground, and placed it in her arms.
Holding the painting, Wen Meimei couldn't see, but the contents of the picture were printed in her mind.
Luo Liu... she suddenly missed him very much, wondering if he would be threatened by Xiyou Gate because of this painting.
Qiao Chengxun arrived in the yard, stepping over several corpses, and eventually returned to the car.
Dian Hun was driving.
The car started, heading in the direction of Qiaohao Garden.
Wen Meimei could feel the car moving. For some reason, she suddenly missed Little Moliu, and tugged at her husband's sleeve.
"Chengxun, we've been out for so long; wouldn't Moliu be crying hard?"
"I'll call Qingqing and ask."
