"Right! Where did Yun Qi go? Why haven't I seen him since we came in?"
"Never mind him, the boy is going through that turbulent stage of puberty, he's moody, can't risk upsetting him."
As they whispered these words to each other, someone suddenly exclaimed in surprise from the front, "Oh! Have you noticed? This painting style looks so familiar!"
Mr. Mi was chatting with some old friends, but upon hearing this, he didn't even say goodbye. He squeezed through the crowd, grabbed the speaker's hand urgently, and asked, "Have you seen it? Where have you seen it?"
The man speaking was a middle-aged man, wearing an ill-fitting suit, suddenly feeling uncomfortable being pulled by Mr. Mi.
"I... let me think for a second!"
"No problem, take your time."
Dai Jinhai also hurried over, and patted Mr. Mi on the shoulder with great gravity, "You shouldn't be like that, you are not young anymore. Do you really need to react this strongly?"
