Xiao Qimo gently brushed aside the leaf and swept a cold, indifferent glance at Ye Jinwen, "What, you're coming in to munch on your computer while live broadcasting?"
"..."
That settled it, in Qimo's heart, Lu Mian was even more precious than his darling green plants!
"Sorry." Lu Mian apologized sincerely, "It won't happen again."
"It's okay."
Ye Jinwen, having been force-fed a mouthful of dog food, stood there with tears in his eyes, feeling abused.
He quickly changed the subject, "Qimo, the concert! I! I need one ticket!"
Xiao Qimo didn't pay him any attention, only turning to Lu Mian, "How many do you need?"
The way he used "how many" was just so tycoon-like.
While others would talk about buying tickets by the piece, Master Xiao asked how many you wanted outright.
"Uh..." Lu Mian counted on her fingers before finally saying softly, "Twenty, I guess."
"Okay," Xiao Qimo replied with a suave, gentlemanly smile, "I'll give you thirty then."
