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Fu Zihao raised his chin slightly: "Of course. Don't forget. I am the second son of the Fu family. If you know what I am doing, I will be obedient."

Su Mo sneered, took out his cell phone and made a video call to Fu Zirui.

Fu Zirui quickly connected, and it seemed that he was in a moving car.

He smiled at Su Mo: "Momo, what's the matter?"

Su Mo smiled slightly: "Mr. Fu, something happened."

When Fu Zihao heard her call "Mr. Fu", his heart skipped a beat and he looked over in disbelief.

"you……"

Su Mo didn't wait for him to speak and turned the camera of the video phone over.

The scene of Fu Zihao holding a lighter to burn the painting appeared in the camera.

Fu Zirui frowned immediately: "What are you doing?"

Su Mo chuckled: "Second Master Fu thinks that my paintings are not worthy of appearing in the Treasures Pavilion, and threatens to burn them. Mr. Fu, what do you think we should do about this?"

Fu Zirui's face suddenly darkened: "Let him answer the phone."

Su Mo was silent for a moment. Instead of giving the phone to Fu Zihao, he handed the screen to him.

She was really afraid that Fu Zihao would smash her phone in anger.

Fu Zihao stared at Su Mo, feeling like "how dare you complain".

Su Mo was too lazy to pay attention and motioned for him to look at the screen.

Fu Zirui's cold voice came from the phone: "Try putting on this expression again!"

Fu Zihao paused and could only look away, somewhat unwillingly: "Brother, don't be deceived by her. This woman is so treacherous that she dares to complain to you in front of me? What kind of good person can she be?"

"Shut up!" Fu Zirui shouted: "Why don't you put away the lighter?"

Fu Zihao could only let go of his hand and silently put the lighter back into his pocket.

"Apologise!" Fu Zirui said.

Fu Zihao was anxious: "Brother! I am the second young master of the Fu family. Do you want me to apologize to a woman?"

The number of women who have fallen for him could reach Paris. When will it be his turn to apologize?

"Apologise!" Fu Zirui's voice was a little harsher this time.

Fu Zirui gritted his teeth, glared at Su Mo bitterly, slammed the door and left.

Fu Zirui's fists clenched when he saw him like this.

He took a deep breath and said slowly to Su Mo: "Momo, I'm sorry. Zihao's brain is not very good. Don't take it to heart. When I get back, I will take care of him!"

Su Mo shook his head: "Mr. Fu, it's me who should apologize. It's just a few paintings. If they weren't too precious, I wouldn't bother you."

"It's just that the second young master has a strong opinion on me. I think I'd better take my painting away."

Fu Zirui said quickly: "No, just leave it there. I'll see who dares to touch your painting."

"I am a professional selling paintings. If you feel that the case is too disturbing, you can go to the shop to repair the paintings first and relax."

If Su Mo wanted to say anything else, Fu Zirui was already ready to hang up the phone.

"I'm at the place, let's not talk about it for now. Don't worry, just leave the painting in the store. It should take less than two days for the painting to be disposed of."

Seeing that he was very anxious, Su Mo had no choice but to give up.

The moment she hung up the phone, she seemed to see Fu Zirui at the airport.

Going back to the United States?

Thoughts flashed through Su Mo's mind without thinking about it.

Simply, after she came, she and Mr. Xu continued to repair the painting.

Mr. Xu was a little apologetic: "Miss Su, I didn't expect the second young master to be so..."

Su Mo shook his head: "Second Master Fu is fighting a injustice because of Su Li's incident. What, they are familiar with each other?"

Mr. Xu didn't know this either, and Su Mo didn't ask further.

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airport.

Fu Zirui was waiting at the exit of the national flight.

After a while, an old couple came out of the exit.