Before the thought settled in Song Qingchun's mind, Mrs. Huang smiled fawningly at her. "Miss Song, since you've pleaded the case for this…"
Mrs. Huang was about to say little b*tch, but since Song Qingchun was there, she changed her form of address. "…lady, of course, I'm more than glad to put this behind me. I might not do this for anyone else, but since Miss Song has asked, of course, I have to give face…"
Of course, this had nothing to do with Song Qingchun but everything to do with Su Zhinian. Regardless, this was the common practice among the rich and famous; Song Qingchun smiled a business smile that managed to be faker than Mrs. Huang's. "I'm really appreciative of Mrs. Huang's kindness. If there's an opportunity in the future, I have to treat Mrs. Huang to repay you for this favor."
"Miss Song is being too kind…"
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