"What?" Lin Yishan exclaimed in surprise.
On Christie's website bulletin board, the auction notice for the Xiao Family's painting had been withdrawn.
Wa Zicong sat on the sofa in the living room, his gaze drifting over the carpet where the two children sat yesterday, looking listless and dispirited.
Lin Yishan shouted a few times and, while wandering in the living room, Wa Zicong glanced at her and said, "I advise you to throw away the painting you have."
Without hearing his words, Lin Yishan mumbled to herself, thoroughly confused, "Why was the auction canceled? I should make a call to find out."
Seeing she didn't hear him, Wa Zicong stood up, grabbing his coat.
Seeing him about to leave, Lin Yishan finally snapped back to reality, chased after him at the door, and grabbed his clothes to stop him: "Where do you think you're going? To find her again?"
"I've already handed over her son to someone else, do you think I'd go looking for her?" Wa Zicong replied.
