Qin Mo was momentarily speechless.
But sitting inside was her boss, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She reluctantly stood up and went to the pantry to make a cup of coffee for Chu Yiqin, bringing it to him.
That afternoon, the internal phone line hardly ever stopped ringing, almost once every hour, Qin Mo busily running in and out, wondering whether this man was intentionally torturing her.
However, when she thought about the birthday banquet, she couldn't blame him.
The news that Qin Mo was going to host a birthday banquet spread quickly and the Qin Family's reactions were the most intense.
"Did I hear it wrong? A twenty-fifth birthday banquet?"
Qin ZhenGuo was really worried—the moment he heard the word "twenty-five," he couldn't help but become more alert.
Why specifically host a twenty-fifth birthday banquet?
Could it be that Qin Mo had discovered something?