Xiao Mei took a photo with her phone and sent it to her moments. Then, she started to drink coffee.
Coffee was too bitter.
People without taste wouldn’t be able to drink it.
Xiao Mei frowned slightly. The taste of the rich was too strange. They actually liked to drink this kind of thing.
XI weiyue continued, “Xiao Mei, do you have something to say to me?”
Xiaomei then remembered the important matter. “It’s about Little Half Moon.”
Little Half Moon?
Xi Weiyue narrowed her eyes. “Continue.”
Xiaomei continued, “Just now, there was a man who looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He drove a Bentley. Initially, Aunt Lang did not want to see him, but he said that he knew about little half moon. Then, Aunt Lang brought him into the house.”
“And then?”Xi Weiyue asked anxiously.