She was afraid that the group of socialites would look for her again.
She realized that she wasn't suitable for the upper-class society.
She didn't like the topics that socialites liked.
She didn't like what the rich ladies liked to do.
They seemed to be from two different worlds.
She was exhausted from the conversation.
Hence, the only thing Qiao Mianmian wanted to do now was to leave.
"Of course." Mo Yesi patted her head affectionately. "If you don't like it, we'll leave right now."
"Won't it affect you?"
"No."
"Alright, let's go now." Qiao Mianmian relaxed a little.
Mo Yesi nodded and was about to turn around when a middle-aged man walked towards them.
"Mr. Mo, Miss Qiao, are you leaving?" The middle-aged man greeted them respectfully.
"Mm, we're leaving. What's the matter?" Mo Yesi nodded.
