Bu Qingqing saw where she was heading and suddenly changed her expression, "Young Madame, are you looking for the painting?"
No sooner had she spoken than Wen Meimei opened the wardrobe, only to find the painting was not there.
Wen Meimei's brows furrowed slightly as she turned back to look at her, "Where's my painting?"
"The Young Master had me take it to burn…" Bu Qingqing said with a guilty conscience.
Wen Meimei spun around, a layer of icy coldness swiftly enveloping the depths of her eyes, struggling to suppress the urge to curse, she asked hoarsely, "Did you really burn it?"
Bu Qingqing did not respond; at this moment, she had only one thought—hoping the Young Madame would speak with the Young Master soon and by all means, not file for divorce.
Seeing the tacit expression on Bu Qingqing's face, rage boiled intensely at the pit of Wen Meimei's stomach.
That Qiao, King of Hell, actually burned her "Off Topic"; unforgivable!