Miss Mai said, "You can head home first. This movie probably won't work to our advantage. It'll save us the trouble of dealing with the young master."
Yan Qingsi was touched. "Thank you, Miss Mai…"
"I'll head in now."
"Alright."
Yan Qingsi glanced at the figure on the phone standing a few feet away from them. A smirk formed on her lips.
…
Yue Tingfeng ended the phone call and went back to the private room. There was no sign of Yan Qingsi so he asked Miss Mai about it. Apparently, Yan Qingsi left because she was feeling unwell.
Hearing the news, Yue Tingfeng's mood darkened. If Yan Qingsi was not here, why was he wasting his time?
He left the room with a gloomy face.
Once out of the steamboat shop, Yue Tingfeng took off his jacket in disgust. The smoke from the steamboat had seeped into his jacket and it smelled repulsive.
