Qian Yikun felt a headache coming on. After going around in circles, he seemed to have returned to the business world.
It was just a different pathway.
Mo Fei was not a dilly-dallying person. The first thing she did was to see Ding Jiaqi.
Ding Jiaqi came to the construction site early in the morning. She was very reluctant, but the people here called her and told her that Qian Yikun had specially instructed her to go over and check it out today.
When she heard Qian Yikun's name, she definitely would not reject him. Therefore, she could only come here in displeasure.
The tables and chairs created by the Qian Feng Enterprise for the Ding family were made of either wood or marble. Regardless of which type, it was inevitable that dust would fly everywhere.
As soon as Ding Jiaqi entered, she went out while waving her hands around. There was not much sawdust inside, but this spoilt rich young lady could not stand it.
