"Yes!" Wen Meimei replied mechanically and hurriedly followed the old man.
The old man led her into his qipao-making room, where several racks were scattered around with unfinished qipaos hanging on them.
Wen Meimei wasn't particularly interested in qipaos, but seeing all the handicrafts around the room reminded her of her verbose grandfather's studio, which was just as cluttered.
Suddenly, Luo Wuya turned around to face Wen Meimei, his whiskers trembling slightly with each breath.
Identical, truly identical to her verbose grandfather!
Wen Meimei couldn't help but blurt out, "Master Luo, you and, uh, Master Luoshen look exactly alike."
Luo Wuya snorted coldly, his breath hissing through his nostrils and his beard bristling even more.
Orz...
Wen Meimei was floored, even the beard-spraying expression was the same...
Luo Wuya said coldly, "That good-for-nothing brother of mine was born just a few minutes before me, what's so strange about us looking identical?"
What????
