The next morning, the charity auction delivered the painting Lu Qingqing had bought to her hotel.
They even thoughtfully framed it, adding a border around it.
A painting worth ten million—there was no way they'd treat it casually.
Lu Qingqing saw it and couldn't help but laugh.
The materials for the frame were exquisite, the carvings finely detailed. It seemed to be worth more than the painting itself.
Though the painting lacked any real collectible value, Lu Qingqing didn't treat it as worthless. She simply instructed her assistant to keep it properly stored.
After all, it represented the effort of the young artist.
Regardless of how much complexity was involved in the minds of the adults hosting the charity gala, the children—especially those with disabilities—were innocent.
Lu Qingqing made a call to the head of the Ping'An Foundation, asking them to monitor the healthcare situation of the child Cuicui, who had a heart condition, and report back to her promptly.
