Liu Mang left Shangguan Ke'er's office, immediately went downstairs, and arrived at the rest area.
Lu Mengyao said triumphantly, "My mom is beautiful, isn't she? I've never seen a woman more beautiful than my mom."
"Yeah, Sister Meifang is really quite stunning," Liu Mang admitted sincerely. This beauty nearly had him drooling—how could she not be attractive?
Such beauties were truly rare. It was such a pity that she had been living alone for so many years.
"She's practically an old hag now, what's there to be beautiful about? If we're talking beauty, Yaoyao is the beautiful one."
Lu Mengyao said, "Where? I'm far from as good as you, Mom. You're mature and sexy, and I'm just so envious."
Luo Jie, who had been watching from the side, couldn't take it anymore, "Alright, both of you are very beautiful. If a bad guy saw you, he'd surely take you both."
As soon as Luo Jie spoke, Lu Mengyao and Wu Meifang subconsciously glanced at Liu Mang.
