When they reached the conference room, Jimo Cheng made a call and then sat down, observing Luo Qianqian massaging her knee, a barely noticeable glint of coldness flickering in his eyes.
"Is Mo Studio really wealthy?" Luo Qianqian looked around at the room's furnishings, clicking her tongue in awe, even the vase near her seemed like an antique.
"Wealthy, huh?" Jimo Cheng had heard this question for the first time, which amused him slightly, but he still nodded seriously, "It should be, since antiques are indeed very valuable."
Luo Qianqian pouted, thinking that the son of a rich family indeed sees money as nothing, but still started the conversation: "When I was a child, my family was so poor. My mom struggled so much, and my brother had to come home to take care of me right after school, leaving him no time to play."
