Rong Qingqing quickly pulled Shen Jue away. They got into the car, glanced left and right, and hurriedly asked Shen Jue.
"Where are the things you bought? You've paid for them, why didn't you bring them back?" Lin Bufan was still empty-handed.
"Miss Qing, I've already put the items in the trunk," Lin Bufan explained.
Only then did Rong Qingqing let out an "Oh" and felt relieved, muttering, "Then let's hurry back."
A thirty-million-dollar painting is in the trunk, what if it gets damaged?
"Don't you want to grab a bite before heading back?" Shen Jue asked.
"No eating, let's just go straight back." Rong Qingqing waved her hand.
Lin Bufan glanced at Shen Jue, and seeing him nod, the three of them directly returned to Rong Qingqing's apartment.
Once the door was closed, Shen Jue stood up directly from the wheelchair, took the painting from Lin Bufan's hands, and asked Rong Qingqing, "Where do you want to hang it? The study or somewhere else?"
