C217 Did I Snatch It Back?

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on the back of her spine. Muh Qiqi picked up the painting and ran downstairs.

No, she had to go back and introduce it to the boss of the bar.

She hurriedly went downstairs but was stopped by the people in the restaurant who were eating breakfast slowly.

"Where are you going?"

This time, Muh Qiqi, who was panicking