Qiao Nian, Give It Back to Me!

Lu Yiming was not stupid. He immediately stood up. "Then… what will you do?"

He did not have much of a relationship with Qiao Nian.

It was not even a friendship.

Qiao Nian was surprised and tilted her head slightly. "Me?"

Lu Yiming nodded. "If I say that, they won't let it go. I'll be fine. But what about you?"

Qiao Nian snorted, stared at him with her dark eyes, and said coldly, "Do you think I care about them?"

She did not care.

Lu Yiming's brain worked faster than his mouth, but he still could not help but remind the girl in a hoarse voice, "They're the reclusive families. The person who wants this painting is one of the three big shots of the Privy Council. You've stayed in the Privy Council before, so you should have seen him… Leonard."

Qiao Nian nodded casually. "Yes, I have."

"Then why are you…" Lu Yiming was even more confused.