Su Xiaomo frowned. "Why are we going there?"
"Why not?" He Jiayu asked unhurriedly.
"Well… no reason." Su Xiaomo forced a smile. He Jiayu's face turned grim and they drove to Qingqing Gallery without exchanging another word.
The gallery's deco was rather unique and the interior had an exotic feel.
As soon as Su Xiaomo walked in, she was greeted by a frivolous voice. "Baby Mo, you're here."
Shit!
It was indeed him!
Su Xiaomo got goosebumps all over.
He Jiayu heard the voice and turned to look.
The guy had shoulder length hair and wasn't bad looking. He was on the short side — about 170cm tall — and was holding a cigar. The image he created was of the off-beat, artsy type.
"You two know each other?" He Jiayu asked mildly.
Su Xiaomo faltered and couldn't give a coherent reply. The guy, however, smirked. "This is your husband? I'd say he's from the lower class."