Thinking for a bit, she picked up the phone and dialed, "Milk, please arrange a dinner with Yiyang for me."
"Young Master Qin?" Milk seemed a bit uncertain.
"Yes."
"Alright." Milk nodded quickly.
Qiao Xiguan put down the phone, her eyes slightly shifting.
Some unclear matters always need a catalyst.
Soon after, Milk responded, "Young Master Qin said he's waiting for your favor anytime."
"..."
Qiao Xiguan hung up immediately.
This idle Young Master, even at his age, still relies on his family.
For his family, anyone would likely dislike Yoyo, yet he remains heartless enough to consider Yoyo as a mother, truly hard to understand Qin's wasted life.
Afternoon, after work.
Young Master Qin's flamboyant red Ferrari was already parked ostentatiously in front of Huanyu's entrance, drawing the attention of colleagues leaving work. He stood proudly by the car door holding a bouquet of roses, seemingly indifferent to the passing gazes.
