"It's you who should mind your own business. You'd better go away as far as possible. Don't provoke me!"
Michael's eyes turned cold. The arrogant attitude of the guy in front of him really disgusted him.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to spoil Diana's mood, he would have taught this guy a lesson.
"Just wait and see!"
Edmund's face completely darkened. Without saying anything more, he turned around and walked toward the crowd in front of him.
The middle-aged reporter and others quickly followed him. They all felt that there was no need for Edmund to argue with Michael.
Soon, they arrived at the center of the exhibition hall.
A huge painting, which was three to four meters long, was displayed here.
In the painting, there was a gorgeous phoenix with extraordinary auras resting on a branch of a luxuriant parasol tree. It looked up at the sky, as if it was crying.