Mo Jinrong looked at Mo San, seemingly gritting his teeth. He had finally touched his wife today, but was interrupted again.
"Young Master! Are… Are you alright?" Mo San asked with drooping eyelids.
"Do I look like I'm alright? Let's go and meet that old fox," Mo Jinrong said impatiently.
His opportunity was gone so he wanted to pin the blame on Qin Hao.
In the conference room, Qin Hao was pacing back and forth.
"Boss Qin, what brings you to my company today?" Mo Jinrong sat down, crossed his legs and asked.
"I heard that Boss Mo came back from a business trip and specially came to take a look."
Qin Hao sat down and smiled weakly.
"Just came to take a look?"
Mo Jinrong was displeased. If he had only come back to take a look then he had ruined his plans for nothing.
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
