We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

"Don't be impatient," Fan Xiaolin hurriedly stopped her, "You can finish this one first, and then look at the others."

Xu Hui wanted to kill her.

What exactly is Wen Zhixia capable of? Why are there so many talented people around her? Even the chief reporter of the satellite TV station is her best friend?

Then you can't offend her openly.

Xu Hui quickly lowered her attitude. "I drew this painting when I was in college. We went sketching outdoors at the time, and I got inspired when I saw this deer. But now it seems that this painting has many flaws, and I still have a lot of room for improvement."

"What flaws?" Fan Xiaolin's eyes were sharp. "For example?"

Xu Hui couldn't answer at all.

She looked at her fans with aggrieved eyes and pushed them out to block the bullets.

Sure enough, a fat, big-eared male fan couldn't stand it any longer, "She already said she has flaws, why are you forcing her to expose her scars?"

"That's right, you're so vicious."

"So, you damaged the painting, are you going to compensate me?"

“Reporters are so annoying.”

Xu Hui felt more confident when she saw that she had fans supporting her.

"Okay, let's not talk about the painting." Fan Xiaolin said with a smile, "Zhixia, how did you stain the painting just now? Please repeat the situation."

She gave Wen Zhixia an encouraging look, suggesting that she not to be afraid.

Wen Zhixia knew she was helping him, so she said calmly, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have been looking at the painting with a drink in my hand, but I was indeed bumped into by someone and it splashed on me."

She searched the crowd and said, "We can't find that person now, but we can check the surveillance. If it was me who messed it up, I'm willing to take full responsibility."

Seeing her so calm and rational, Fan Xiaolin also breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Hui became even more panicked.

The monitoring must not be adjusted.

Wen Zhixia is easy to fool. Her journalist friend is obviously a tough guy. If she sees the surveillance video and asks a few tricky questions, she will easily be exposed.

Today is the first day of the gallery's opening, and public opinion must not go in a direction that is disadvantageous to us.

She wanted to beat Yu Qian to death, so she could only turn to her fans for help again.

Fans obediently cheered her on:

"No one hit you, you're trying to shirk responsibility!"

"That's right, if you don't want to pay, just say so!"

"You are a police officer. What right do you have to watch the surveillance?"

Facing the fans' attacks, Fan Xiaolin scoffed, "Ms. Xu, are you sure your fans are smart enough to understand art?"

"You..." Xu Hui was pressed by her, "What do you want?"

Just as Fan Xiaolin was about to speak, Wen Zhixia pulled her back and whispered, "Don't get into a fight with your fans. It won't be good for you if it gets out of hand."

Fan Xiaolin looked at her with pity.

My best friend has such a strong self-esteem, and even when she was surrounded and humiliated by so many people, she still considered others.

But people like this are destined to be trampled upon in this society.

It doesn't matter that she is not cruel, as long as the person who protects her is cruel.

"I don't want anything to happen," Fan Xiaolin said firmly. "Either we check the surveillance footage in public today, or we'll just sit here and wait. If my best friend is fully responsible, we'll both kowtow and apologize to everyone."

She turned to Xu Hui and said, "If my best friend was really hit by someone, you apologize."

"Hyolin!" Wen Zhixia pulled her, her fingertips turning white.

She knew her best friend well. She had been a war correspondent and was not afraid of bullets and gunfire, let alone trolls.

But she couldn't bear to see her best friend offend the Xu family because of her.

Xu Real Estate is a major local taxpayer and has close ties with political leaders. If the Xu family makes a scene on TV, the station leaders may not do their best to protect her.

Xu Hui was in a dilemma at this time.

"What do you mean by not apologizing?" She could only force a smile. "This painting is not worth much. Forget about it. Let's go."

Fan Xiaolin sneered, "Ms. Xu, you're not crying thief, are you afraid to check the surveillance?"

Xu Hui's face suddenly changed.

"What do you mean?" she said anxiously. "I already said I don't want compensation. You don't have to be so aggressive, right?"

At this moment, Wen Zhixia had already guessed something.

Xu Hui obviously didn't want to check the surveillance footage, and there were things she couldn't say in public. Even the person who bumped into her just now might be her friend or fan.

But since she said she doesn't care, I can make a big deal out of it.

Wen Zhixia doesn't want to conflict with others because she has no backing.

Her parents taught her with their lives what the price of offending the powerful is.

So she stepped forward and humbly said to everyone, "I'm sorry to have spoiled everyone's fun. This is all because of me, and I'm willing to take responsibility. Everyone, go look at the paintings. Don't waste your time because of me."

After saying that, she said to Fan Xiaolin, "Let's go, don't offend anyone because of me."

"Even if it's not for you," Fan Xiaolin said, "I can't stand them taking advantage of their power to bully others. I'm a journalist, I make a living by exposing social injustice, don't destroy my job!"

Fan: "You deserve a beating, don't you?"

Xu Hui: "If you do this again, I'll call security!"

"Go ahead and yell," Fan Xiaolin pulled out her phone. "I'm going to go live on satellite TV right now. The gallery owner is dragging the reporter."

"Hyolin!" Wen Zhixia cried anxiously, "Let's go!"

Fan Xiaolin didn't move.

The air dropped completely to freezing point.

At this moment, the gallery assistant came quickly and ran to Xu Hui.

"Sister, someone bought your painting."

Xu Hui's expression changed. "Who?"

"Mr. Liu," the assistant said with a puzzled look, "he has already paid, and it was in US dollars. Please see."

Mr. Liu? Xu Hui was stunned.

I don’t know any rich man named Liu.

Did Yu Qian find someone to help her out?

How could she manage things so meticulously? She's a talent.

"Everyone," Xu Hui immediately straightened her expression, "Since someone has already bought this painting, please don't worry anymore."

The sudden turn of events made everyone at the scene look at each other in surprise.

Even Fan Xiaolin was a little slow to react.

Wen Zhixia's phone vibrated.

She glanced subconsciously:

FRS: [Looking back]

[Outside, outside]

Wen Zhixia's hand trembled and her phone fell to the ground.

She didn't have time to pick it up, so she turned around and looked out the door.

With sunglasses covering half of his face, Fu Ruoshi, dressed in a casual suit, stood outside the glass door in a dashing manner, waving at her with a smile.

He mouthed, "I bought it."

"What are you standing there for?" Fan Xiaolin saw him and quickly picked up her phone. "You go first, hurry up."

Wen Zhixia looked at her gratefully, squeezed out of the crowd and ran away.

When the onlookers looked outside, Fu Ruoshi had already turned around.

No one saw his face. They only saw Wen Zhixia catching up with a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He put his arm around her and took her into the Maybach.

Xu Hui's fans who had been acting so bossy just now suddenly became quiet.

This timid little girl's sponsor is actually a rich and handsome man with a Maybach?

She won't take revenge on us, right?

We won’t bring bad luck to Huihuizi, right?

At this time, Xu Hui was covered in cold sweat and felt chilled all over.

Who else could it be but Fu Ruoshi, that tall and straight figure and casual and unrestrained back?

At this time, in the Maybach car.

Wen Zhixia was picked up by Fu Ruoshi and taken into the car, her hands still shaking.

A moment ago, Fu Ruoshi came out of the meeting with the investor and saw Xu Hui's painting exhibition, and happened to witness this scene.

He asked the security guard about the whole thing, and then he didn't care about anything else and just got his woman out first.

"You know what, you look a lot like the deer in the painting." He looked at Wen Zhixia, casually raised his hand and wiped the tears from her cheek.

Her cheeks were cold and her hands were cold too.

She didn't react even though he was rubbing her like that.

"You're useless." Fu Ruoshi pushed her head. "Where's that calm and composed you were just now? Can't you keep pretending when you see me?"

He didn't use enough force to push Wen Zhixia aside, and she came to her senses.

She literally started crying as soon as she got in the car.

Just now when there were many people around, she held her breath, not wanting to embarrass her best friend, nor losing her rational judgment.

Now that I have left the crowd, the tension in my heart has completely relaxed and my tears can't stop flowing.

It's not grievance, it's not fear, it's just lingering fear.

If Fu Ruoshi had not arrived in time, she was really afraid that Fan Xiaolin would have a feud with the Xu family and affect his career.

A journalist with ideals and conscience like her should not be buried because of such a thing.

Fu Ruoshi saw that she was trembling, so he hugged her and let her lean on his shoulder.

"Cry if you want to." He said it nonchalantly, as if flirting. "I only have one condition: don't let your snot run down my suit."