I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Su Mengyao nodded repeatedly and led the two to her and her sister's seats.

Su Mengyao quickly opened the background sketch she had recently drawn and showed it to her mother, who was also her teacher.

Luckily, she drew a few sketches when she had nothing else to do; otherwise, if she had shown her mother the art assets from a game, her mother probably wouldn't have been satisfied.

Jiang Mengya carefully examined the sketch and softly pointed out, "The perspective here could be adjusted further, and the transition of light and shadow should be more natural."

She turned to her youngest daughter and asked gently, "Have you been neglecting your practice lately?"

Su Mengyao, who had been enjoying slacking off lately, nodded repeatedly, her ears slightly red: "I know, Mom, I'll be more careful."

Jiang Mengya didn't want her daughter to be embarrassed in front of her colleagues, and was about to end the instruction when she suddenly noticed the cane leaning against the wall next to Su Mengli's seat.

She gently tugged at Su Yuntao's arm and gave him a look. Su Yuntao immediately understood, glanced at the wall, and nodded imperceptibly.

After the tour, everyone returned to the sofa area.

As Mo Xiangwen sat with the family of four, he suddenly felt that he was the one who had come to visit.

Su Mengyao, Jiang Mengya, and Su Yuntao sat opposite, while Su Mengli, due to the limited length of the sofa, naturally sat next to Mo Xiangwen.

Su Yuntao put down his teacup and said calmly, "Besides coming to see my teacher, there are two other things I need to tell you."

Mo Xiangwen unconsciously sat up straight.

"The first thing is that the donation has been properly handled. I've already sent the detailed breakdown to Mengli, which includes a list of purchased supplies, prices, and destinations. You can talk to her about it later."

"The second thing," he continued, "is that the game companies you asked me to keep an eye on. I've already investigated them and invested in them, exactly as you requested, only taking a share of the profits and not getting involved in game development."

Mo Xiangwen nodded earnestly and said sincerely, "Thank you so much."

This was something he had mentioned to Su Yuntao during their camping trip, asking him to help with something.

After all, he had never been involved in the investment field before, and he neither understood it nor had any connections. If it was the father who raised Su Mengli and Su Mengyao, then he would be more willing to believe him.

Moreover, he knows more than just those things; even if he suffers a loss, he can still find other things.

He realized that making money didn't necessarily have to be through games; investing in game companies was also a viable option.

That would allow me to live more freely, playing the games I want with everyone without having to worry about so many other things.

When playing games, you should play them with a smile.

When making games, the main thing is to have fun.

If it's just about making money, then it's meaningless.

Su Yuntao waved his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips: "No need to be so polite. Actually, my conversation with you has given me quite a few new ideas. Besides, if the real economy continues to slump, it's good to have another option for Mengli and Mengyao."

"By the way, speaking of this, the shares of those game companies you asked me to invest in, I will divide them into three parts. One part is the portion you requested to invest in, which belongs to you."

"I've also invested in another portion, which will be transferred to Mengyao and Mengli's names later. If there are any changes, please let them know."

Su Mengyao pouted and shook her head: "I don't want to care about any of this, it gives me a headache."

Su Yuntao smiled helplessly, his eyes full of affection: "Then let's transfer them all to Lili's name."

Su Mengyao immediately beamed and winked at her sister. Su Mengli sighed and shook her head helplessly.

Mo Xiangwen nodded seriously and agreed.

After all, Mengli and Mengyao were his friends, so it was impossible for him to make any changes without informing them.

Besides, these two are his major shareholders.

“I’ll also invest some money in your studio,” Su Yuntao said with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. Just consider it an investment from Mengli and Mengyao. It’s good to ease the pressure on you young people.”

An investment? That's really sudden.

They were just talking about entrusting Uncle Su to invest in his game company, but as soon as they finished speaking, it turned into Uncle Su wanting to invest in their studio.

Su Mengli secretly nudged him with her elbow, signaling him to agree.

Mo Xiangwen turned to look at Su Mengli, who quickly blinked, trying to convey with her eyes that she would get angry if she didn't agree.

Although Mo Xiangwen didn't fully understand her meaning, he still nodded and accepted it without hesitation.

"Then thank you for your kindness, Uncle." Mo Xiangwen smiled.

After all, Su Yuntao had already put it that way, so it wouldn't be good for him to refuse.

Moreover, Mengli and Mengyao are indeed major shareholders, and he can't stop them from investing heavily in the studio.

Seeing that he had agreed, Su Yuntao smiled and then stood up.

“Alright, Mengya and I have other things to do,” Su Yuntao said. “We won’t bother you young people any longer.”

Jiang Mengya glanced at him and smiled gently, "If you're free during winter break, you're welcome to come to our house. Of course, everyone else in the studio is also welcome."

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback. Go to Su Mengli's house?

I'm not going. I've already given the gift and discussed work matters. Why would I go to someone's house for no reason? Would I put pressure on myself?

He muttered a few complaints to himself, but still managed a smile: "Definitely, definitely next time."

Having met many people, Jiang Mengya naturally knew that her daughter's classmate was just being perfunctory. However, she didn't intend to expose him; instead, she smiled and nodded.

Hearing the two men's polite words, Su Mengyao's eyes darted around, and suddenly she thought of something.

Hey, if Mo Xiangwen comes to her house during winter break, wouldn't she be able to do less calligraphy and painting practice?

“Okay, it’s settled then.” Su Mengyao’s eyes lit up, and she patted his shoulder: “When we get back, I’ll have someone prepare a room for you. You can stay until the start of the semester, no problem.”

Mo Xiangwen sighed silently to himself, "Silly child, do you not understand polite words or do you simply not want to understand them?"

He declined somewhat helplessly, saying, "I'm going home for the Chinese New Year during winter break, how could I possibly stay at your house until the start of the new semester? Let's talk about it another time."

Besides, there's not much to do or do at your house.

Su Mengyao seemed a little disappointed, but she quickly thought of something else: if winter vacation wasn't an option, there was always summer vacation.

She's always been very proactive, and she immediately asked, "Then come visit during the summer vacation?"

Su Mengli, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't stand it anymore and secretly tugged at her younger sister, signaling her to be careful.

Su Mengyao then gave up.

Mo Xiangwen, who had been rescued, quickly said, "Then, uncles and aunts, let me take you downstairs."

Jiang Mengya watched the three children interact, smiled and shook her head: "We still need to chat with Old Li for a while before we leave, so let's just forget it, you guys go ahead with your business."

After saying that, she paused as if she remembered something, looked at her two daughters and added, "Xiao Li and Xiao Yao, come home early when you have your holidays."

Su Mengli was slightly taken aback, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"okay, I get it."

Su Mengyao didn't know why her mother suddenly said that, but seeing that her sister had nodded, she nodded as well.

"Okay, Mom," Su Mengyao said in a muffled voice, sounding somewhat reluctant.

Jiang Mengya naturally noticed their slight mood and shook her head, both amused and exasperated.

"Xiao Li," Jiang Mengya suddenly called out.

"Yes, Mom," Su Mengli replied softly when her name was suddenly called.

"Is that cane yours or Mengyao's?" Jiang Mengya asked gently.

"Ahem, it's mine." Mo Xiangwen coughed lightly. "I twisted my ankle a couple of days ago."

He knew he had no reason to meddle in other people's family affairs, and Jiang Mengya didn't seem like she was going to be mean to Su Mengli, but after all, he was the one who forced Su Mengli to go to the hospital.

Su Mengli didn't want to expose this to her family, so she still had to try to see if she could help cover it up.

Even if he offended Su Yuntao and Jiang Mengya, the worst that could happen was that they wouldn't help him with investments and would cancel their investments in his studio.

Jiang Mengya glanced at him in surprise, but then smiled and looked at the two sisters without saying a word.

Judging from her expression, she seemed very certain that the cane belonged to her daughter.

"Mom, this cane..." Su Mengyao opened her mouth, but before she could finish speaking, Su Mengli pulled her hand to stop her.

“Mom, it’s mine,” Su Mengli said softly. “I twisted my ankle a while ago.”

“You two got injured and kept it from me and Yuntao.” Jiang Mengya didn’t seem surprised. She sighed and said, “Mom isn’t blaming you. I just want you to stay home and rest properly during your vacation instead of running around.”

Su Yuntao shook his head: "I know you and my daughter are close, but you should rest your foot injury. It's not a good thing to keep it a secret from her."

Mo Xiangwen fell silent.

What could he say? Should he say that he also agreed with Su Yuntao's words? But now that he's siding with Su Yuntao and Jiang Mengya, what will the two sisters think?

Just as he hesitated, Su Mengli nodded slightly: "Yes, I will go home to rest and recover after the holiday."

Jiang Mengya got a satisfactory answer, and turned to leave with Su Yuntao.

After seeing Su Yuntao and Jiang Mengya off, everyone in the studio finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Mengli and Mengyao's parents were relatively easy to talk to, they were still elders, and there was still some generation gap between them. They were afraid of saying something that the two of them would not like.

Bai Shishi patted her perfectly flat chest, as if she had been granted a pardon.

After catching her breath, she suddenly remembered something very important.

If there's a winter break, won't we miss seeing Xiao Yi and everyone else for several months?

P.S.: I bet everyone was playing games on Qixi Festival, right?

Chapter 172 If you want to come over, I'll definitely welcome you!

As it turns out, it's really hard to get a high-speed rail ticket home during winter break.

He was already on holiday yesterday, but he's still lying in his rented room today, mainly because he can't go back home at all.

He could take a long-distance bus and transfer all the way home, but after experiencing the agonizing wait for the bus to reach a service area, he was no longer so willing to take the bus.

Fortunately, there were people here with him.

It wasn't Su Mengli and Su Mengyao; the two sisters had already been picked up by their family and taken home early.

Although Mengli left him her car and keys, saying he could drive it back, he wasn't that shameless after all.

Instead... Mo Xiangwen, lying on the bed, glanced at Yan Nuoya, who was sitting at her desk typing on the keyboard.

"Noya, haven't you bought a ticket yet?" he asked疑惑地问道, "Where exactly are you from?"

Although he had seen Yan Nuoya's ID card once, it was the first time he met her, and he had long forgotten about it.

Yan Nuoya stopped typing and looked at him expressionlessly.

He was used to it; Yan Nuoya was like this most of the time, even when she was at home or in her studio.

Well, although I'm a bit colder when I'm out.

"You don't know?" Yan Nuoya said calmly, "Didn't I show it to you before?"

"I forgot," Mo Xiangwen said sincerely. "I'm sorry, dear Miss Nuoya. As an apology, may I order lunch today?"

Actually, I could try turning on overload mode to see if I could recall anything, but I need to find something to talk about, otherwise it'll be incredibly boring in the room.

Yan Nuoya nodded slightly and extended her fair hand to him, palm facing upwards.

“Since I’ve already shown it to you,” Yan Nuoya said with a slight smile, “you haven’t shown it to me, have you? If you’re going to show it to me a second time, you should at least let me see yours to be fair.”

He didn't think much of it, nodded, and said, "It's in that black wallet next to you. Take it and look if you want."

Yan Nuoya glanced at it and saw a black wallet casually tossed on the table to the left of her notebook, along with keys and other items.

She didn't stand on ceremony; she simply opened her wallet, took out Mo Xiangwen's ID card, glanced at it, and then put it back.

"A bit ugly," Yan Nuoya chuckled. "You're not as good-looking as you are in person."

"Nothing looks as good as a passport photo. Ugly is ugly, but nobody cares anyway," Mo Xiangwen said nonchalantly.

A little while later, Yan Nuoya tossed her ID card directly next to him.

Mo Xiangwen picked it up and glanced at it. He hadn't noticed it the first time he saw it, but now he was surprised to find that Yan Nuoya's ID photo was actually quite good-looking, at least much better than his.

"I take back what I said. I didn't expect your ID photo to be so good-looking." Mo Xiangwen smiled and started the mutual flattery mode: "But it's true that it's not as good-looking as you in person."

"Hmm." Yan Nuoya's lips curled up slightly, and her smile became more pronounced: "I'll take it as you're telling the truth."

"Of course it's true." Mo Xiangwen shook his head with a chuckle, stood up, and returned the ID card to her.

I had just gotten back to bed and was about to lie down when the phone next to my pillow suddenly rang.

Mo Xiangwen picked it up and saw it was his mother's call.