Bu Qingqing gritted her teeth angrily and said, "Young Master, if you dare to expose my disgrace, I'll go and tell the Young Mistress about your scandal too!"
Qiao Chengxun's expression was as calm as the surface of a lake, doubting she would have the courage.
Bu Qingqing's teeth itched with hate, borrowing a line from the Young Mistress, "Damn you to hell, Qiao, King of Hell!!!"
"That's right, I didn't throw the painting away. I've hidden it in a very safe place. Young Master, what are your thoughts?"
"After I divorce Meimei, you can organize an art exhibition and display this painting." He was very much looking forward to what Meimei's reaction would be by then.
After hearing his words, a sly glint flashed in Bu Qingqing's eyes, "Young Master, I guess the Young Mistress will be so angered by you that she will end up crying and begging you to return the painting to her."