"What are you looking at?"
The man suddenly spoke.
"I must clarify that I am not looking at you. I am just admiring the scenery," Qin Mo quickly turned her head, knowing she could never outtalk this man. Although he usually appeared reticent and cold, he changed when he confronted her.
The man seemed to chuckle coldly, then closed his eyes to rest.
Suddenly, Qin Mo's phone in her bag vibrated.
She hastily took it out, and seeing an unfamiliar number on the display, she frowned, not knowing who it was. But seeing that the caller was persistent and hadn't hung up, Qin Mo answered the call and lowered her voice, "Hello, may I ask who is calling?"
"Young Madam Chu, you said earlier that you would visit our club, but you haven't shown up. I've been waiting for a while."
"So it's Mrs. Qian."
Qin Mo gave a dry laugh, having completely forgotten about this plan and not considering Mrs. Qian important.
Because they were simply not alike.