Jiang Meilin, upon hearing this, was displeased. Her voice was very coy, and she looked at Qin Yin with an expression of pure innocence, batting her large eyes, "Who are you? Why does it matter to you if Mingfeng treats me to a lunch? The way you're talking makes it seem as if Mingfeng can't even afford a meal. Besides, I'm hungry now, what's wrong with eating here?"
"Nothing's wrong with that, but it shouldn't be Mr. Shen who treats, right? Since Miss Jiang came with your daddy, why not eat with your daddy? Even though your daddy is a client of our RM Group, you're not, are you? Even if someone should be treated, it ought to be your daddy, why you?" Qin Yin was just as sharp-tongued as she used to be.
Just as Nan Sichen walked in from the entrance, he saw Qin Yin in this state and it was as if he saw her from a year ago.