Yu Siqiao's words were interrupted, only to be choked in his throat.
Then, Mo Shu was seen slowly rising to her feet, her movements graceful, her steps slow, and she walked up to him, and then looked towards Xing Mengzheng, "Aunt Yu, where is the piano?"
Yu Siqiao watched her with an expression that seemed to dismiss everything; although he wanted to say something, he ultimately closed his mouth, half-skeptical and half-doubtful.
Xing Mengzheng actually didn't think highly of her at all.
After all, Mo Shu's reputation was really too poor; it could be said that the name Mo Shu had become synonymous with 'good for nothing.'
But seeing the jewelry designed by Mo Shu herself today, she felt maybe she wasn't so terrible.
Seeing the bright and polite smile on Mo Shu's face, Xing Mengzheng turned around and said, "Come with me."
Xing Mengzheng walked ahead, and Mo Shu followed, but after a few steps, Yu Siqiao grabbed her.
