Qin Moting looked at Che Huan, noticing the cautiousness in her eyes. After pondering for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "I don't know what name Shaojin helped Miss Che change to?"
Che Huan glanced at Qin Moting, his clean white shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little.
Seated there, he presented a perception of crisp and clean elegance.
Smiling at Qin Moting, Che Huan spoke up genially, "I thought President Qin knew. Since you don't, let's not bring it up."
Qin Moting did not press further; he casually picked up a mobile phone lying to the side, opened the contacts, scanned through, and found Qin Shaojin's number to call directly. "Shaojin, you handled a name change for Miss Che before. I am inquiring, what name did she eventually change it to?"
Upon hearing the name "Qin Huan," his gaze lingered on Che Huan's face, no wonder the girl had asked him that earlier.
In fact, compared to her, he was also very curious about what exactly was going on.
