Qi Group's CEO office.
"What's going on?" Qi Tianhao asked, his voice fraught with extreme displeasure, as he fixated on the assistant standing before him.
"The thing is... I only just saw it this morning myself," the assistant sounded somewhat helpless.
What has it got to do with him, right? He wasn't the one who did it.
Last night, Qi Siming was spotted at a bar, cuddling up with a female waitress, and this has become the buzzword of entertainment gossip today morning.
It just proves that being famous truly invites trouble.
The incident was not significant at all; the tabloids were just gossiping about Qi Siming for publicity. But ironically, Qi Tianhao, who never reads newspapers, happened to pick up a copy today, and the contents of which naturally caught his attention.
He was fuming.
Slapping the newspaper down onto the table in frustration, Qi Tianhao sneered, "An ordinary waitress dreams of getting into bed with the distinguished Mr. Qi? That's entirely naïve."