Mo Shuixia pouted. "You didn't answer my question."
"Young lady, first, can you tell me where Mo Xiaoman is?"
"First you tell me. Who are you? And why are you looking for Mo Xiaoman?"
"Young lady, how about you take me to her, and we can talk when we meet, okay?" Tang Qingyun glanced at the sky. 'I can't stay out too late,' he thought. 'My eyesight isn't great, so I should avoid driving at night as much as possible.'
Mo Shuixia had initially thought this man had a dignified air and even looked a bit like Mo Xiaoman, which was why she'd followed him to ask. But seeing him beat around the bush and refuse to answer her questions felt disrespectful. Annoyed, she gave him a random answer. "You don't have to look anymore. Mo Xiaoman doesn't go to this middle school."
Tang Qingyun was taken aback. "How do you know?"
"Of course I know! We're from the same village. We grew up together and were classmates in elementary school!"
