Qiu Yiping is not a petty person, and he always follows An Yiqing's orders meticulously.
"Miss An, please wait a moment. I'll send the information to your email shortly. If you have any questions, feel free to give me a call. I'm available anytime."
"Okay, thank you, Minister Qiu."
After hanging up the phone, An Yiqing quickly received a notification about the email.
She opened it and looked through it carefully, her eyes slightly squinting, a cold smile playing on her lips.
After dinner at the An Family Villa, An Yiqing and Old Master An chatted for a while, and then everyone sent her upstairs under the pretext of her needing to rest.
"Ah Lin, how much do you know about the current military and political factions in Xuanjin?" An Yiqing, lounging lazily on the swing on the terrace, leaned on Gu Yelin's shoulder and asked.
Gu Yelin's long fingers gently stroked her hair, his voice low and sultry.
"Why do you suddenly ask this?"
