That box… It had to be the *Winter Plum* painting! The man across the street was just about to get into his car when Jiang Ziying, casting all composure aside, bolted into the road, shouting. “Wait! Hold on!” “Don’t go!” He either didn’t hear her or chose to ignore her, pulling open the car door and sliding in. Reaching the car, Jiang Ziying pounded on the door. “Open up! Open up!” The man inside,