"However." She changed the subject and was about to narrow her eyes and say that 'some people' might be able to contact Mr. Auburn faster than them.
But when she was talking to Master Cheng on the phone, the door of the box was pushed open.
Three people came in from outside.
One is Ye Wangchuan, and Ye Wangchuan is followed by a white-haired old man. The old man is wearing a modified Tang suit and looks very energetic.
There was a person dressed as an assistant following behind.
Three people came in.
Both sides were a little surprised.
Qiao Nian was surprised that the person who came in was a white-haired old man, while Auburn and the others were surprised that there was a young girl in the box.
"But what?"
"Nian Nian, why don't you say anything?"
"By the way, can I tell you what Mr. Auburn's characteristics are? Or I can send you a photo. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to check."
Master Cheng was unaware of the situation here and was still talking to Qiao Nian on the other end of the phone.
Qiao Nian came back to his senses a little, lowered his eyes, and whispered to him, "No need."
She saw herself.
Master Cheng still didn't understand what she meant: "No need for what? No need for description or no need for photo? Where are you? How about I come to find you?"
Qiao Nian heard his impatient tone, and seeing Ye Wangchuan starting to arrange seats, he could only rub his temples and said vaguely to Master Cheng: "I'll tell you when I get back."
**
Same location, different rooms.
Nie Qingru, however, felt as if she were in a world of ice and fire.
All the dishes she had carefully prepared were served, filling the table. However, Daisy seemed very picky. She hardly picked up her chopsticks and bluntly said that the food was not to her liking. It was too light and not her usual taste.
Nie Qingru was furious after hearing these words, but she still had to sit in her seat with a fake smile and listen to her ridiculous words of a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger.
This was not the thing that made her most angry.
What made her most angry was that Daisy was not only extremely picky about the taste of food, but also said hurtful things from time to time.
For example, the meal is almost finished now.
Daisy's bright eyes turned and looked at Nie Qixing, who was sitting next to her and didn't talk much. She suddenly pointed at the blindfold on his face and asked curiously: "Uncle Nie, is this... performance art?"
Nie Qixing's whole body froze, and the place where her fingers were touched felt as if it was burning with pain, almost shaking his soul.
But the curious Daisy didn't stop there, she even explained with a smile: "I see this kind of look is very popular in Continent O. What's it called? Rock style!"
"Street artists love to perform these, it's called performance art."
"Are you also imitating this style?" Not only was she curious, she even wanted to reach out and touch the blindfold on Nie Qixing's face.
This made Nie Qingru, who had been patient for two hours, look cold. She slammed her knife and fork on the table, making a "pa" sound, suddenly interrupting Daisy's action.
Daisy was startled and subconsciously turned her head to look at her, her face full of confusion.
The muscles on Nie Qingru's cheeks were trembling, but she still forced herself to pull out a stiff arc at the corners of her lips and said coldly: "His eyes were slightly injured."
But it didn't specify the extent of the injury or why it was necessary to wear an eye mask to protect the eyes.
Daisy didn't know whether she was really naive or pretending to be naive. She took a breath in an exaggerated way and immediately looked at Nie Qixing with sympathy in her eyes: "So this is not performance art?"
(End of this chapter)