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In the hall, Xiao Mo was waiting for Monica's summons. She had just taken a sip of the jasmine flower tea that Aunt Zhou had made for her when Monica hurried down from upstairs.
Xiao Mo couldn't help but take a few more looks at Monica, a very typical French young man – composed and efficient, sparing with words and smiles. His suit was immaculately tailored but somewhat starchy, and his emerald green eyes sparkled like gems... It was also the first time Xiao Mo had seen a French person working as a manservant. It was said that the French are very meticulous; allegedly, it's almost impossible to find flaws or ambiguities in French, which is why many countries prefer to draft contracts in French.
"Hello, Miss Mo!"
Xiao Mo stood up. She had been present on the day of Xia Yanxin's wedding. As a friend, she was upset that she hadn't been able to help.
Xiao Mo nodded, "Where is Xiao Xia?"
