At this moment, in one of An family's establishments, a blonde man with an aquiline nose walked in.
He seemed around 37 years old. But appearance wasn't a good gauge since Americans tended to look more mature than Chinese.
He was dressed casually, his movements strong and swift. He wasn't bothered about civilities but carried himself respectably, removing his hat when he entered the dining area. "Is Qin around?"
The butler was startled by his appearance but quickly regained his elegance. "Young Master is in the study room."
The man moved quickly since Qin would definitely provide insights to the case he had on hand.
When the study room's wooden door was pushed open, Qin Mo glanced up, expecting to see the youngster at the door but instead it was an old friend.
"Judging from your urgency, I doubt it's just to deliver the documents." Qin Mo folded his legs, placing his pen down.
