The woman stood in front of an oil painting and looked at it quietly. A glass of red wine was handed to her, "Boss, he seems to be unwilling to give in," Uncle Lin said in a low voice. "Few people want to be like this," Xia Hui answered casually, taking a sip of red wine. A twisted hand on the oil painting seemed to be struggling in pain and was locked into the dark basement. There were countless such paintings placed neatly, and it was time to clean them up.
Intention: Everything brought about by sin will have a heavy price.