The servant was apparently newly hired and didn't know who An Xiaxia was. However, she looked horrified when she saw An Xiaxia's face.
Why did this woman remind her so much of that person in the paintings she had thrown out?
She stammered. "They're in the bin…"
An Xiaxia stared at Chu Zhiyun. Instead of cringing with guilt, Chu Zhiyun stuck out her chest and said, "What's wrong with cleaning out my house?"
"Heh." An Xiaxia sneered, then quickly went out into the yard to the garbage bin.
It was filled with garbage. Because of the banquet, the bins were overflowing with stinking trash consisting of wine bottles and food waste.
An Xiaxia fumbled through the garbage before finally discovering the paintings in a large black plastic bag.
The fine frames had long been smashed. In the paintings, Zhong Yue's smile was as stunning as ever, but the paintings were covered with stains.
