A black, extended Rolls-Royce was parked outside the exhibition hall.

Several black bodyguard vehicles followed behind.

Seven or eight armed bodyguards lined up in a row, and a man who got out of a Rolls-Royce led an expensively dressed little boy into the venue.

The staff at the gate stopped them: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, our boss said that everyone needs a ticket to enter the museum."

"Now, do we still need tickets?" Luo Xiu pulled out a gun and pressed it against the staff member's forehead.

Protected by the powerful and domineering Luo Xiu, Rui Xi instantly felt her morale boosted, straightened her chest, and proudly raised her head.

The others immediately went in to inform Shen Jinmo.

Not long after, Shen Jinmo came out of the museum with several staff members.

"Let them in." Shen Jingmo let Luo Xiu pass.

Luo Xiu's captivating blue eyes remained fixed on Shen Jinmo.

"I've long heard that some arrogant fool dared to open a museum on my turf. So it was you." Luo Xiu's eyes were full of hostility as he looked at Shen Jingmo.

Not for any other reason than that the man in front of her was the only man who had ever been with Lu Zhiwei.

It's infuriating, it drives me crazy with envy.

He searched for Lu Zhiwei's whereabouts for four whole years.

They couldn't find her.

He even thought she was really dead, that she had died in the plane crash.

However, in recent years, a force has emerged out of nowhere and has been secretly opposing him, causing him considerable losses.

This incident reinforced Luo Xiu's belief.

The woman he longed for hadn't died; she was just living in the shadows, never showing herself.

"President Luo, it's a pleasure to meet you." Shen Jinmo extended his hand.

Luo Xiu glanced at him dismissively, pushed his hand away, and walked straight towards the core area of ​​the exhibition area.

“My child was bullied here, so of course I have to seek justice for him.” Luo Xiu’s gaze fell on the painting that occupied the center position.

Everyone followed his gaze.

There were no paintings left in that spot; it was completely empty.

Where's the painting?

"They were just here a moment ago? This venue is so big, could there be a painting thief?"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Luo Xiu shot the crystal chandelier above his head.

The falling lamp stand made a loud crash, startling everyone who screamed.

"Quiet down! Everyone, seal off the entire venue. Don't let a single person out."

Luo Xiu put away his gun and sat down on the sofa.

Shen Jinmo turned his gaze to the spot where he had just placed the painting.

He also found it strange.

Why was that painting there just a moment ago, and then it disappeared in the blink of an eye?

At another exit of the exhibition hall, an elderly man with a hunched back was seen leading a five-year-old child and carrying a painting on his back, walking briskly towards the exit.

"Grandpa, aren't you having trouble walking? How come you're running so fast?" Lu Anyu didn't understand why the old man suddenly pulled him away from the venue.

"Don't ask anymore, let's talk outside," the old man said impatiently.

"You pulled me away, so why did you steal my painting? Even if you like it, you can't steal it. That's wrong." The little guy is honest and kind, and now he's really going after him.

"Please have some understanding of this old man's situation."

Lu Anyu's short legs made him walk slowly, and fearing he might delay things, he simply picked him up with one hand and tucked him under his arm.

The staff member saw a figure running past them.

Stunned, he stood there, thinking, "Was that Mr. Lu just now?"

"Is he still in such good shape? Am I hallucinating?"

"You wicked grandpa, you stole paintings and kidnapped children! I'm going to tell my mommy and have her police friend arrest you!" Lu Anyu, who was being carried under his arm, head down, and being tossed around so much that he was dizzy, babbled on and on.

Lu Zhiwei found it so annoying that she finally snapped and yelled, "Shut up!"

A familiar roar left the little guy bewildered in the wind.

Huh, how come he heard Mommy's voice?

Does the old man's voice change?

"Grab these two men for me."

Suddenly, several armed bodyguards appeared and blocked their way.

Without thinking, Lu Zhiwei hugged the painting and the child and backed away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The other party pointed a gun at Lu Anyu's head first and snatched Lu Anyu from his hands.

Lu Zhiwei did not forcibly take her son back.

Instead, she turned around, took out the utility knife she always carried, and with a few quick slashes, completely destroyed her son's painting that could easily reveal his identity.

"???" Lu Anyu was immediately dumbfounded.

This grandpa just said he really liked his painting, how come he turned around and destroyed it?

Several bodyguards hoisted Lu Anyu onto their shoulders and led him toward the exhibition hall.

Lu Anyu kicked and thrashed on his shoulder, yelling, "Let me go! What are you doing? You bad people, you bad people!"

Standing behind her, Lu Zhiwei, who hadn't been bothered, looked at her son and gave him a thumbs-up gesture as if she were flicking his nose.

Lu Anyu immediately realized what was happening.

This is a secret code that his mother taught him since he was a child.

A gesture used for communication between two people.

It turns out that the grandfather was actually the mother in disguise.

He knew that his mother could do makeup, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.

Lu Zhiwei pursed her lips and used sign language to tell Lu Anyu, "Don't be afraid, Mommy will find a way to save you. Take good care of yourself."

Lu Anyu responded with an OK gesture.

Lu Anyu, along with the two paintings that had been scratched, was brought to the center of the exhibition hall.

Luo Xiu was playing with a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand when he saw someone being brought over.

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