The next day at noon, Li Qiao took advantage of her lunch break and drove to the Huamao Shopping Mall in the city center.
At the noodle shop's table, she looked at Tang Yiting, who was silent and hung her head, with legs crossed and eyebrows raised, "Speak up, what kind of social survey are you conducting?"
Tang Yiting's head drooped even lower to her chest, and while mumbling, she didn't forget to sneak a glance at Li Qiao, "Did your family's big shot really hear it?"
If the big shot is angry, will the Tang family be doomed?
Li Qiao observed her with an expression neither warm nor fierce, that kind of chilling gaze which made Tang Yiting's back of the head ache.
She leaned closer to the table and said with a flattering smile, "I just, just heard someone bragging the other day, saying he had great stamina, and I was a bit curious... who lasts longer, him or your family's big shot?"
