Qin Mu's lips curled in a disdainful sneer, a shallow smirk playing on his face, as he provocatively looked over at Gu Mo Chen, feeling a burst of irritation within.
He always had the nagging feeling of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
All along, his attention had been focused on Han Si Ming; he never expected Gu Mo Chen to be the big boss lurking in the background.
Shit, had he known earlier, the one he should have been guarding against from the start was Gu Mo Chen.
...
Exquisite dishes were placed on the table, each one of them a delicacy.
Rarities from the mountains and seas, abalone.
But Jian Ran had little appetite, her main concern naturally being her own Little Tang Bao.
She wondered what Tang Bao was doing at Auntie Li's, whether she missed her, or if she was still watching Tfboy's concert videos.
"Mr. Gu, Mrs. Gu, please try this, the chef was brought in from Beijing, and he's best at imperial cuisine."