The teacher actually knows Jian Wan?
Jian Xi blinked, withdrew her thoughts, and walked over with extremely slow steps.
Just a few meters of road felt like a century to her.
Mr. Boloni was already standing excitedly, looking at Jian Xi: "Are you Jian Wan?"
"No, I'm not." Jian Xi shook her head, "I'm Jian Xi, Jian Wan's daughter. My mother has passed away."
Mr. Boloni's gaze dimmed slightly, and he nodded: "Yes, I've heard Ah Chen mention it."
"Please sit down." Jian Xi offered her seat.
Mr. Boloni sat down too, looking at Jian Xi with a sigh: "You really look a lot like her."
"Did my mother learn design from you?" Jian Xi asked.
"Yes, she did for a while. Ah Wan had great insight, but she was busy with her romance and had little interest in mastering her skills," said Mr. Boloni.
"There's a glass Flower Room on our company's rooftop, Huo Chen said it reflects your design style."
"Yes, I've seen the pictures." Mr. Boloni nodded, "Apologies, I had Ah Chen take the photos."
