Zhao Xi put down his curtain hat, and his mouth froze. He looked at Meng Yunzheng in shock. "You... how do you know she is?"
Meng Yunzheng glanced at him. "Is it hard to guess?"
Isn't it difficult?
Meng Yunzheng poured a glass of water for Shu Yu and asked her to sit down. "Why is Lady Lu here? You even recognized Zhao Xi?"
"It's a long story now. Let's put it aside for now. I have something very important to say now." Shu Yu didn't chat with them anymore and went straight to the point.
Her face was serious, and Meng Yunzheng could not help but sit up straight. Zhao Xi had wanted to complain that she had hit him too hard just now and wanted to say something to her. Now that he heard her words, he immediately had no other thoughts.
He sat at the side, rubbing his shoulders and feet while listening to Shu Yu.
Shu Yu said, "You all know about the painting that was auctioned off just now, right?"
