Jian Xi had nothing to say.
Art was a difficult path, and selling paintings was never easy. Her rise to fame had also been a matter of luck and opportunity.
"If you have any other questions, ask them all at once. If not, I'll start painting tomorrow."
"...There are none."
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In Lannie State, Nan Mufeng had already resumed work, yet he didn't forget to look for Jian Xi for a single minute.
Jian Xi's card holder and passport were at home, indicating she was still in Country C. He'd also checked Cheng Ling's bank account—both girls didn't have much cash on them.
Sooner or later, they would have to use a card or withdraw cash. As soon as they did, he would find her.
After the wedding, the guests had each gone their own ways.
Qiao Yonghui stayed behind. He couldn't help much, but he wanted to wait, to wait for Jian Xi's return and to see her safe before he could rest easy.
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