Xie Siwen was still arguing with a client when she received the phone call.
Even though she had found a new job as a hair and makeup stylist and was still taking on freelance illustration gigs, who would ever think their wallet was too fat?
It was just that she wasn't taking on piles of work all at once like she used to, killing herself to meet deadlines.
No matter the industry, though, she loathed clients who lacked culture, aesthetics, and money!
Clacking along in her high heels, Xie Siwen strode angrily toward her car while mentally cursing her client's ancestors.
Su Chixi saw a sophisticated beauty marching toward her in the rearview mirror and smiled from ear to ear, leaning out the car window to wave cheerfully.
"Miss Gu! Would you like to sit in the front passenger seat?"
Thank goodness she was smart and had volunteered to drive so she could sit next to Miss Gu.
"Sure, Old Xu, you—! ! ! ?"
Mid-motion fastening her seatbelt, Xie Siwen caught sight of two Daoist priests sitting in the back seat, and her voice spiked a few octaves in shock.
Both of them were dressed in ink-black, frog-buttoned lay practitioner robes, looking precisely like Daoist priests descending a mountain to capture demons.
Although Xie Siwen used to be a reasonably talented illustrator and was now a fledgling designer, try as she might, she couldn't for the life of us figure out what had gotten into these two.
So, she asked in all sincerity: "Are you guys... preparing to become monastics?…
Chapter 76