After saying that, Luo Xiu took out a pen from his clothes and held it out in front of Lu Zhiwei.

Lu Zhiwei signed her name on the document.

These three characters were so lifelike that they were almost indistinguishable from her own signature.

Lu Zhiwei stared in shock.

This feeling of speechlessness, helplessness, and despair gripped her heart, making her want to laugh: "I forgot that you've always had a talent for learning things."

"Thank you for the compliment, Zhizhi. As for the official seal, I can just find one in your office in the Art Association building and stamp it." Luo Xiu carefully picked up the document from the coffee table.

The bodyguards then released Lu Zhiwei from their restraints.

"Luo Xiu, I'm begging you, please don't do this, okay? Those artists support the global art industry, what you're doing will destroy the foundation of the art industry." Lu Zhiwei tried to persuade him to stop by using her relationship with him.

Luo Xiu handed the documents to the bodyguards and told them to take them away first, but Lu Zhiwei casually tore them up.

"You beg me to let these artists go, then I can go to schools and orphanages and bring the virus there. You can't stand seeing those artists suffer, but what about the children?" Luo Xiu looked at Lu Zhiwei with a half-smile.

"Luo Xiu! You beast!" Lu Zhiwei grabbed a teacup from the coffee table and smashed it on the table.

She then grabbed a shard and pressed it against her throat artery: "You can continue to be stubborn, I just hope you don't regret it."

Seeing her act like this, Luo Xiu's heart clenched, and he stood up to stop her: "Zhizhi, put that thing down!"