Qin Shaojin kicked Yu Zimu's stool.
Yu Zimu had just picked up the bamboo stick when he was startled and nearly poked his own face!
He dodged the stick but not the mutton, smearing grease all over his face.
Yu Zimu looked at Qin Moting, "Uncle San, I must say your Qin Xiaosan is quite the scoundrel."
"..."
Qin Moting glanced at Qin Shaojin, "Alright, all you young people are too noisy. I prefer peace and quiet, so I'd rather not join in your fun."
Having said that, he turned to Ji Yan.
Ji Yan looked at Qin Moting reluctantly, "President Qin, do you still need the wheelchair?"
"..."
Qin Moting didn't say a word but looked at Ji Yan.
Ji Yan always felt that President Qin was eager to dock his year-end bonus, so he hurriedly pushed him out of the private room.
Once Ji Yan and Qin Moting had gone a distance, Yu Zimu turned to Qin Shaojin, "I've always thought that Ji Yan was some kept bottom raised by your Fourth Uncle..."
Che Huan coughed lightly.
