"Who?"
"Mr. Qin."
Ye Qingqiu laughed. She had a lot to say, but it was meaningless to talk to him.
In the past two days, there had been many conflicts between them.
"I really forgot that I've offended such a person."
Li Tingshen was silent for two seconds. "…Where are you now?"
"School. I was going to the set, but my father ordered me to go back. There's no hurry. He's there. No one can escape."
Ye Qingqiu didn't nominate anyone, but those who understood naturally knew who she was talking about.
Before Li Tingshen could speak again, Ye Qingqiu hung up.
*
When Ye Qingqiu entered, the atmosphere in the living room was tense.
Ye Jianyun sat on the sofa with a dark expression while the servants hid quietly. Uncle Ye and Ye Ze stood at the side with serious expressions.
Seeing Ye Qingqiu enter, a few people looked at her.
