"Mo Han, what's going on? Do you know that person?"
Seeing Mo Han standing still, his father-in-law Luo Shanchuan asked in confusion.
"Hmm, he's Old Master Zhu, we've met a few times."
Mo Han chuckled and waved his hand, "Let's go, we'll check out some other furniture stores."
Noticing that Old Master Zhu was driving a small golden Rolls-Royce Phantom, Yang Meifeng's eyes lit up, and she asked tentatively, "Mo Han, do you really know him? You haven't done feng shui consultations for their family, have you?"
"Well, sort of."
Mo Han evaded, "A friend introduced me before, so I visited their home and chatted a bit."
Yang Meifeng exclaimed in delight, "Then how much did they pay you?"
Mo Han replied nervously, "Their home's feng shui was fine, I didn't take any money."