*Present*
When they arrived at Mr. Qin's mansion, the rain was still pouring heavily outside. The cold droplets had drenched both of them as he rushed from the car to the entrance.
Mr. Qin, a man of few words, carried Stacy over his shoulder while she thrashed and struggled to get down. She was still very drunk, her thoughts clouded by the persistent pain in her heart.
"You fool, didn't your mother ever teach you to mind your business?" Stacy managed to slur out between hitting Mr. Qin, who remained stoic and silent.
His assistant, who followed behind with a shocked look on his face, couldn't believe his eyes. Mr. Fu, who Knew his boss is a neat freak by nature, found the entire situation unbelievable.
Mr. Qin continued carrying Stacy up the grand staircase of his mansion with a cold and expressionless face. He had no intention of engaging in any conversation with her.