Lu Mian thoughtfully handed him a few tissues.
Mo Si took them and even gave her a thumbs up.
"Miss Lu, you can be compared with that taxi driver."
Lu Mian turned her head, "Who is that?"
The only response she got was the sound of Mo Si retching.
After Mo Si calmed down for a while, he was back to normal. With Mo Si there, having mentioned the Xiao Family's name, Lu Mian easily entered the calligraphy and painting institute.
The houses here were all traditional Chinese-style residences with modern decorative touches, quite charming.
Walking through several porches, Lu Mian strode inside when she heard a voice coming from somewhere.
She stopped to listen attentively.
