Nan Qiao looked at Luo Wanbai, who almost bumped into her, and narrowed her eyes. She recognized her as the woman she had met at the antique market.
… Wasn't this the dumb b*tch who had squandered 20 million yuan?
It turned out that she had bought the painting to celebrate Old Master Cheng's birthday. She did not expect to meet her here.
It seemed like there was going to be a good show today.
"Nan Qiao, are you alright?"
An Nuo stood behind Nan Qiao. When she saw someone rushing over, she subconsciously stood behind Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao turned to look at An Nuo. When she saw her worried expression, the unhappiness in her heart eased a little.
"I'm fine."
She had sensed it earlier, so Luo Wanbai hadn't even touched Nan Qiao's side.
Seeing that she was fine, An Nuo slowly exhaled.
That was close. If anything happened to Nan Qiao, it would be bad.
