He was furious.
Young Master Qi was about to say something when his phone rang.
The voice sounded ear-piercing in the entire venue. He had to pick it up and say hello, but in the next second, his anger dissipated like a deflated ball.
"Yes, Dad…" He looked ashamed and indignant. "I'll head back immediately…"
Before he hung up the phone, he turned around and walked out of the venue with a grimace on his face.
The others looked at each other. After Young Master Qi disappeared, the atmosphere in the hall finally returned to normal.
"Thank you for speaking up for me, Mr. Zhao," Ye Shengge said gratefully.
"Not at all. You should be thanking this guy." Mr. Zhao smiled and pointed to Yuan Junkun.
"Yes." Ye Shengge smiled and looked at him. "How do I address you, sir?"
Yuan Junkun scratched his head and blushed under the woman's gentle gaze.
