Qiao Mu immediately turned and left without hesitation. She said, "Sorry for disturbing."
"Wait a moment." Before Qiao Mu could walk out of the door, a cold voice rang out. "What do you work as?"
Qiao Mu lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "I came to ask you guys if you want some red wine, but then I realized that you guys are already having it. So, I reckoned that you guys won't be ordering anymore red wine…"
"How do you know that we won't be ordering any? You didn't even ask us." Li Yan glanced at the bottle of red wine Qiao Mu was holding. "Lafite Rothschild 1982? How much?"
"120,000 RMB!"
Li Yan arched an eyebrow, and his gaze fell upon Qiao Mu's face. As usual, he was expressionless, but his gaze somehow sent Qiao Mu into confusion.
Qiao Mu did not understand this man. Compared to ten years ago, he had become even more unfathomable.
