Gu Chu knew that Feng Jia must have known, so she couldn't hide it. She swallowed and carefully said, "Actually, Lin Yu took it. I went to the airport to pick him up. After he drove me home, he drove it away."
Feng Jia: "Is that so?"
Gu Chu: "..." Why did he sound so weird?
He glanced at the painting that was lying quietly on the coffee table in the living room and asked, "Did he help you find this painting?"
"Yes, I asked him to keep an eye out for it before, and then he found it."
Feng Jia: "Oh."
Gu Chu: "What do you mean by 'oh'?"
Feng Jia's tone was flat. "Last time you also asked for his help to find you a lawyer. Are you so used to asking for his help?"
Tsk, tsk, tsk. It was obvious that he was jealous.
How could Gu Chu not take it seriously? "It's because he has stayed there before and has connections, so it's easy for him to help."
