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"However." Her voice changed, and she was about to narrow her eyes and say that 'certain people' might contact Mr. Auburn sooner than they did.

But when she was on the phone with Master Cheng, the door of the box opened.

Three people came in from outside.

One is Ye Wangchuan, and there is a white-haired old man beside Ye Wangchuan. The old man is wearing a modified Tang suit and looks extraordinarily energetic.

At the end there was a man dressed as an assistant.

Three people come in.

Both parties were a little surprised.

Qiao Nian unexpectedly came in a white-haired old man, but Auburn and the others were surprised that there was a young girl in the box.

"But what?"

"Nian Nian, why didn't you say anything?"

"By the way, let me tell you about Mr. Auburn's characteristics? Or I'll send you a photo. Otherwise, it's not easy for you to check."

Master Cheng didn't know what was going on here, and was still talking to Qiao Nian on the phone.

Qiao Nian regained consciousness for a while, lowered her eyes, and whispered to him, "No need."

She saw herself.

Master Cheng still didn't understand what she meant: "Don't use what? Don't talk about features or photos? Where are you? How about I go find you?"

Qiao Nian listened to his impatient tone, and saw that Ye Wangchuan was arranging the seats, so he could only rub his temples, and said vaguely to Master Cheng, "I'll come back and tell you."

**

Same location, different boxes.

However, Nie Qingru seemed to be in a world of ice and fire.

All the dishes she had carefully prepared were served on the table, but Daisy seemed very picky, barely moving her chopsticks, and bluntly said that the food was not very appetizing, it was too light for her, not her usual like the taste.

Hearing what she said made Nie Qingru furious, but she still had to sit with her on the seat with a smile on her face, listening to her absurd words that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

That's not the thing that pissed her off the most.

What annoyed her the most was that this Daisy was not only picky about the taste of the food, but also said heart-wrenching words from time to time.

For example, the meal is almost finished at the moment.

Daisy's bright eyes turned, and she looked at Nie Qixing who was sitting next to her who didn't talk much, and suddenly pointed to the blindfold on his face and asked curiously: "Uncle Nie, are you... a performance art?"

Nie Qixing's whole body froze, and the place where she was fingered felt like a burning pain, which almost made his soul tremble.

Daisy, who was rather curious, didn't finish, and explained with a smile: "I think this kind of dress is very popular in Ozhou. What's it called? Locke style!"

"Street performers like to perform these, called performance art."

"Are you also imitating this style?" She let it go out of curiosity, and even wanted to reach out to touch the blindfold on Nie Qixing's face.

This made Nie Qing, who had endured for a full two hours, look like a cold star, and slapped the knife and fork on the table, making a 'pop' sound, suddenly interrupting Daisy's movements.

Daisy was taken aback, and subconsciously looked sideways at her, her face full of bewilderment.

The muscles on Nie Qingru's cheeks were trembling, but she still forced herself to draw a stiff lip, and said coldly, "His eyes hurt a little."

But it didn't say to what extent the injury was, why it was necessary to wear goggles to protect the eyes.

Daisy didn't know whether she was innocent or not, so she took a very exaggerated breath, and immediately looked at Nie Qixing with sympathy in her eyes: "So this is not performance art?"