Cheng Qingchong's breathing halted, and before meeting Qin Yinan's eyes, her head lowered. To ensure the quality of her service, Cheng Qingchong tried her best to ignore the sourness in her heart. She used the greatest speed she could to rearrange her feelings before raising her head to greet Qin Yinan politely. "Good evening, Sir."
She didn't refer to him as Mr. Qin. He had already told her that he didn't want anything to do with her.
He wasn't going to stay at Four Seasons that night because she didn't have his information, so she chose the most formal term of reference—sir.
Qin Yinan didn't react in any way. In fact, before she could finish, he already turned his head away to talk to Mr. Smith. He carried on as if she was someone of no import to him. Then again, that was indeed the correct way he should act; she was of no importance to him.
