"Zhang Meng, tear it up, it's an eyesore."
With these words, the whole place was shaken.
This was a blatant slap in the face of He Honghai.
This Lu Xiaobu was just too terrifying.
Complete and utter impunity.
He started by slapping their faces when he first arrived at the party.
After slapping their faces, he slapped Ge Wen's face, and now he's even slapping Young Master He's face!
And each time, he made it clear that he was doing it!
Such a person either possesses absolute confidence or is an absolute fool!
They all believed that Lu Xiaobu was certainly the latter.
Otherwise, how would he dare to provoke Young Master He?
"Fine, let's see how you're going to tear my painting to shreds."
He Honghai's eyes also narrowed.
A mere bodyguard wants to tear up his Soul Capturing Talisman?!
Don't know whether to call you stupid, or just stupid.
However...
Just when everyone was looking down on him.
Zhang Meng strode forward.
He violently grabbed the canvas!
Rip-