C1522 Let Her Play It

His request was rather laughable.

Qi Mo shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, rolled up the painting again, and held it out to her, "Anyway, I've already finished my request. As for the rest, you have to fulfill it yourself. "Oh yeah, I've already arranged a meal for you, in the name of your fake identity."

He even helped her create a fake identity.

Qiao Sannyu secretly clenched her fists