"So… the painting."
"Eat first." Mo Li said. He was already wearing a white undershirt and pants, which immediately made her a little comfortable. "Here… fruits. It's healthy."
"I—"
"I was planning to have you paint my room and my office."
"Excuse me?"
"Like… a mural painting on my walls. That's what you do abroad, right? In the houses of some of your older clients?" He calmly ate his cereal and continued. "I checked. I have to. I can't let a burglar or a wanted criminal inside my house."
Liar. Li Yue stopped herself from rolling her eyes. This man… seemed to like using the most unbelievable reasons. "How big is your room?" She asked. "And your office?" She feared that doing all this would take more than two months. After all, she also had an appointment with the mayor's wife.
"Oh… stop worrying about my aunt. She won't mind it." He answered, as if he just read her mind.
