Schreyer suddenly fell silent.
Leaving Mr. Xu to ascend the stairs in peace.
Given his past reckless actions, this matter couldn't be unrelated to the painter.
Indeed, Mr. Xu couldn't tolerate anyone touching his things, not even a glance, which was provocative.
Glancing at the glass curtain wall projection, he himself didn't love to smile.
"Bring another car over," the man suddenly ordered, then disappeared around the corner.
A French-style manor, carpeted throughout.
Upon entering the bedroom, he saw the white bed's covers tossed aside, but no one there.
From the bathroom came the sound of running water, where the young girl lay over the sink, vomiting violently, her slight figure looking sickly and fragile.
Her stomach was upset.
