“What’s the matter?” Charles Qin looked at his buddy who looked down at the phone and shook his goblet.
“It’s nothing.” Qi Yi put the phone back in his pocket, poured a glass of wine, and took a sip. The irritating liquid poured into his throat, and he went on eating without changing his face.
Charles Qin did not comment.
Qi Yi only came back from abroad yesterday. Two friends who hadn’t seen him for a long time met together. As a result, he watched the mobile phone eight times a night, but after waiting for news, he frowned.
Except for Emma Qi, he couldn’t think of anyone who could upset the Qi family who was famous in C City at the age of 23.
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