"What's with the nonsense? Speaking of which, your Uncle Li even gifted you a set of brushes and inkstones, remember?" Zhang Hongmei said.
I remember, hung up some salted fish, and made quite a bit of money, helping him out of an urgent need.
"Of course, I remember, I've kept them well." Xu Qingyan loved to stretch the truth, coughed, "Well, Mom, I'm going to go check on that now."
After hanging up the phone, he grabbed his keys and walked out, messaging Pei Muchan while heading downstairs. If he needed to pick someone up in the afternoon, he definitely wouldn't be able to join for dinner that night.
Suddenly, he saw her coming out from the first floor of the studio, seeming to want to go upstairs.
"Where are you off to?" she asked.
"I have a younger sister at Xinghai University," Xu Qingyan glanced behind her, "I'm worried she's been deceived, so they've asked me to go have a look."
