"Qin, CEO Qin," the waiter said in such a small voice it was almost inaudible as he cautiously looked at the man who had just walked in.
Qin Mo looked at those two people in front of him. His back was so straight it was like a grand pine tree, causing people to feel not the slightest bit of warmth.
Those eyes were extremely dangerous. They were frozen like deep, ancient pools.
The waiter wanted to say something, but he realized that the incomparably regal man had already walked towards the window and grabbed that silver-haired young man's collar with great force!
Bang!
Fu Jiu didn't know what was coming. She turned around, and her whole face was buried in Qin Mo's chest. The cool mint scent coming from his ironed suit spread out and overwhelmed her senses…
Well, she didn't need to guess to know that it was Almighty Qin who had come. Only he loved to grab her by the collar.
