She took a bold step forward.
"Hi, I am Qin Xue."
She stretched out her fair hand, wanting to shake Mo Jinrong's, but Mo Jinrong didn't even look at her, much less shake her hand.
Qin Xue's hand stopped in midair and was a little embarrassed for a long time. She retracted her hand with a smile.
"Qin Xue, don't fool around. I'm discussing something, don't disturb me. The one you should be concerned about is Mo Jinrong, not the butler."
Qin Tian reminded her softly.
"So what? You only treat me as a money-making tool. That Mo Jinrong is ugly and old, how is he worthy of me?"
Qin Xue spoke loudly, not giving Mo San any face.
Mo San: "…"
"Mr. Zhao, I have reserved a guest room in the hotel. It is a little noisy here and my young master likes the quiet, so we'll have to excuse ourselves," Mo Jinrong stood up slowly and said.
Qin Hao clenched his fists and glared at his insensible daughter.
