C198 Mind

"What good idea do you have?"

The old lady asked casually, agreeing with Mi Qiao's words.

From the sound of it, it was also a kind of help.

Murray hated Mi Qiao even more. If she hadn't been so talkative, why would the old lady have asked such a question?

"Fox spirit, you are a liar."

Mi Qiao stood up straight and took a step forward. She was very amiable and didn't want to anger Murray