Zhou Qian discovered that there was someone under the painting, and instinctively rushed over to push the person away, but he himself was not spared and was hit by the falling painting.

"Zhou Qian!"

Her colleague screamed and hurried over to pick up the painting that had hit Zhou Qian.

Zhou Qian felt pain all over his body and had to lie on the ground for a long time before he could move.

The person who was pushed away was an old man. Because Zhou Qian was very strong, the old man staggered and was supported by the person next to him.

The old man recovered from his shock and hurried over to ask about Zhou Qian's condition, "Little girl, are you okay?"

Zhou Qian had been helped up by her colleagues. Because she had hit her waist, she couldn't stand straight. She held her waist with her hands, and her expression was still painful.

Hearing the old man's words, he raised his head, looked at the kind-looking old man in front of him, shook his head, and replied, "It's okay."

The moment the old man saw her face, he was stunned. A familiar face flashed before his eyes, with the same eyebrows and eyes, clean and real.

Zhou Qian saw the old man staring at him motionlessly, and the situation felt a little awkward.

"Mr. Liang?" The middle-aged man in a suit next to him also noticed that something was wrong with the old man, and stepped forward to remind him in a low voice.

The old man came back to his senses and smiled gently, "It's really thanks to you just now, otherwise I would have died here today."

Zhou Qian smiled, "Don't say that. We are responsible for the arrangement here. If we hurt you, we will also be responsible."

Seeing her honesty, the old man liked her even more. If it were someone else, they would have naturally asked for a favor.

"May I have your name?"

"My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Qian."

"Where is home?"

“…Jincheng.”

Elder Liang nodded, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he soon became concerned. "Your waist seems to be uncomfortable. Do you want me to send someone to take you to the hospital for a checkup?"

Zhou Qian felt much better now. He tried to twist his waist and felt that there was nothing wrong. "No need. It shouldn't be a big problem."

The old man nodded, took a business card from the middle-aged man in a suit next to him and handed it to Zhou Qian:

"Here's my contact information. If you feel uncomfortable, you can contact me at any time."

"Okay." Zhou Qian took it with both hands.

"You are also welcome to visit our art exhibition across the street."

Zhou Qian glanced at the banquet hall opposite. He heard that today's art exhibitions were all world-famous masterpieces, and not everyone could just casually enter and visit.

Although Zhou Qian didn't know much about painting, she wanted to broaden her horizons. "Can I come in?"

"Of course, you're welcome anytime."

"Thank you. I will definitely come over when I'm done with my work." Zhou Qian was happy. He never dreamed that such a good thing would happen.

"Then I'll go first, we'll see you later."

Zhou Qian nodded and said "hmm".

…

Zhou Qian was busy until the birthday banquet started, and then she had some free time. She said hello to her colleagues and then went to see the art exhibition.

She didn't have an invitation and was about to call Mr. Liang when the receptionist at the door came over first.

"Miss Zhou Qian, right? Mr. Liang told you that you can come in anytime."

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble." Zhou Qian was also very polite.

After the other party brought her in, he let her admire it as she pleased.

There weren't many people in the venue, but it was obvious that they were all experts. Only Zhou Qian was like strolling on the street, looking here and there, and he looked very excitedly.

After all, not everyone can see all the famous paintings that you want to see.

"Zhou Qian, you bitch."

Zhou Qian was watching with great interest when suddenly a sharp and piercing voice was heard, and his good mood disappeared instantly.

She glanced over and saw Lu Qianqian already rushing towards her angrily. Perhaps it was a habit, she raised her hand and wanted to slap her.

However, Lu Qianqian's hands were wrapped in thick gauze, and before the slap landed, she screamed in pain.

The pretty little face was twisted into a knot due to the pain.

The middle-aged lady who was with her quickly came over and said with a worried look on her face, "Qianqian, be careful. The doctor said you must not move your hand. If you cause secondary damage, your hand will be completely useless."

"Shut up!" Lu Qianqian roared angrily, "If you dare to say my hand is broken again, I will die in front of you."

"Baby, calm down..." Shen Xuejuan wanted to comfort her, but was interrupted excitedly by Lu Qianqian.

"This woman is the one who ruined my hand. How can you expect me to calm down?"

"W-what?" Shen Xuejuan was stunned. She glanced at Zhou Qian and then asked Lu Qianqian, "You said your hand was destroyed by this woman?"

"That's her!"

Lu Qianqian stared at Zhou Qian viciously, "I slapped her twice that day, and the next day my hand was broken. If it wasn't her revenge, who else could it be?"

Shen Xuejuan looked at Zhou Qian with a vicious and cruel look in her eyes. "So it was you who destroyed my daughter's hand. Today, I will make you pay with blood."

Zhou Qian glanced at Lu Qianqian's hands wrapped in gauze. Although she didn't do it, he was still shocked. Who was so bold as to touch the Lu family?

"Come here, arrest this woman for me." Shen Xuejuan ordered the security guard beside her.

Before the security guards could take action, a man in a suit came up and asked seriously, "Who is making so much noise here? Don't you know that art exhibitions require quiet?"

"It's like this, I suspect someone here is pretending to be someone else." Lu Qianqian glanced at Zhou Qian while speaking, obviously referring to her.

There are countless people who want to broaden their horizons at today's art exhibition, but they can't get an invitation. Even she had to ask several people for help before she got an invitation.

Zhou Qian was a poor guy from the slums, so it was impossible for him to get an invitation letter. The only possibility was that he got in through improper means.

The man in the suit said, "You must be joking. The venue is heavily guarded. How could someone impersonate and get in?"

"If you don't believe me, ask her to bring out the invitation."

Seeing Lu Qianqian's assurance, the man in the suit didn't dare to be careless and said to Zhou Qian, "Miss, could you please show me your invitation letter?"

Zhou Qian said calmly, "I don't have an invitation..."

"See, all kinds of flies and maggots have sneaked in." Before Zhou Qian could finish her words, Lu Qianqian interrupted her hurriedly.

When the man in the suit heard that Zhou Qian didn't have an invitation, his face darkened. "Miss, don't you know that you can't enter the venue without an invitation?"

"I know, but..."

"I knew you still dared to sneak in. You did this knowingly and willfully. We can call the police to arrest you." The man in the suit didn't give Zhou Qian a chance to speak.

Lu Qianqian encouraged her, "It would be too easy for her to be arrested like this. Shameless people like her should be treated in a shameless manner."

"Someone come here, everyone come and take a look, there is a thief who sneaked in and tried to steal the painting." Lu Qianqian shouted loudly.