Halfway through the meal, Qiao Ruoxin's phone received a news alert.
She glanced at it and her expression immediately changed.
The news headline read "Son of Asia's Richest Man, Mo Chen, Gets Physical at a Party".
Soon after, various apps started pushing the news, each headline more sensational than the last.
Mo Chen's phone vibrated.
The man's slender fingers picked up the phone and put it to his ear, from which his father's roaring voice came through.
"You little brat! While I'm overseas winning glory for our country, you're at home bringing shame upon the Mo Family!"
The private room was so quiet that Qiao Ruoxin, sitting opposite him, could hear everything crystal clear.
Mo Chen frowned, a trace of irritation showing between his brows as he held the phone a few centimeters away.
"Why clash with that loser! Do you know how many people are watching us, the Mo Family? You cause trouble at a time like this!"
