Li Yan didn't ask much, wandered around the research table, poking the equipment here and checking the microscope there, "What do you want those paintings for? Although they're all works from the medieval European period, they're not as famous as the ones I gifted you."
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, casually curling her lips, "Cater to their interests."
Li Yan was puzzled, "Cater to whom?"
Li Qiao didn't answer, pulled a chair to sit down, and asked a few questions about Mo Jue's recent situation.
Mentioning Mo Jue was like a stimulant for Li Yan, and he started talking non-stop.
For instance, many boys at the school have abnormal orientations.
And for another instance, the environment of the private school is really misleading the youth.
In short, he was full of complaints, hinting at wanting Mo Jue to switch from living at school to becoming a day student.
Li Yan rambled for twenty minutes, and Li Qiao's gaze grew increasingly sympathetic.
