Was She Stupid?

Coincidentally, Xu Jiaojiao did not have class today, so she finished her painting at home.

At noon, she finally took the painting to the art gallery, but unfortunately, she could not find Huo Siming anywhere.

After asking the staff, she found out that Huo Siming had waited from the afternoon until late at night yesterday. Before he left, he told the staff to throw the painting away.

"Where did you throw it?" Xu Jiaojiao's face was filled with anxiety.

"I threw it into the trash can in the back alley," the staff informed her.

Xu Jiaojiao took a deep breath and hurriedly turned around to go to the back alley.

This was a place specially used to store trash cans. There were about a dozen of them. In the summer, this place was even more smelly.

However, Xu Jiaojiao did not care and started rummaging through the nearest trash can.