Thinking of this, Bo Liang's eyes became even more dazzling like stars.
"Okay."
Bo Qing nodded, and all the servants in the castle were ready.
Bo Huan and Bo Qing sat in the extended Lincoln car, Bo Huan looked out the window, constantly receiving WeChat messages from Su Li, all concerned about today's event.
Bo Huan sent a simple message to Su Li, telling her not to worry, and then put down the phone.
The castle was only a half-hour drive from the art gallery.
Half an hour later, when Bo Huan appeared in front of the art gallery.
A large number of media reporters had already gathered at the entrance of the art gallery.
Both domestic and international, mostly internationally renowned entertainment media.
The driver then spoke in fluent Russian: "Mr. Bo, we will go directly from the underground garage by elevator to the lounge."
"Mhm."
...
In the lounge, the perfect European-style decor made Bo Huan feel a bit fond of it.
