As soon as Mr. Song arrived, he tossed his things aside and went straight to the living room, only to find it empty, which left him utterly shocked.
"My Qingming River Painting, my screen, where did you all move my screen to?"
Mr. Song, bristling with anger, paced back and forth nonstop in the living room.
"Speak up, where has my screen gone, where is my Qingming River Painting?"
Qin Xiangnuan took a bite of an apple with a crisp crunch.
She shrugged her shoulders. You saw it already, it's gone, "Gone."
"Gone?" Mr. Song's eyes bulged in disbelief, "How could it just disappear?" He looked like a plucked lion, his hair standing on end.
"It's gone means it's gone."
