She swallowed subtly, and soon, her delicate and cool features became as light as the breeze, as tranquil as the clouds.
"Thank you for the invitation, Director Qimo. I'm tied up, please go ahead without me."
Xiao Qimo was about to say something else, but the sound of "beep beep beep" came through the phone—the other party had already hung up.
Little rascal!
Clutching the now darkened screen of the phone, the depth in Xiao Qimo's eyes intensified beneath his gold-rimmed glasses.
Ye Jinwen came huffing and puffing with a load of ingredients and asked obsequiously, "How did it go? Little Mianmian must be looking forward to it, right? These are all top-grade ingredients freshly shipped from abroad today! Kobe beef, foie gras, caviar, giant lobsters... damn, I'm drooling just thinking about it!"
Xiao Qimo's expression darkened even more, and he bypassed the pile of ingredients with a cold voice, "She's tied up, can't make it."
"What? This is unprecedented!"
