The cold voice methodically spoke of professional knowledge, which made the Eight-Teeth guys look extremely embarrassed and equally astonished Yang Yuran, whose eyes went wide and round, forgetting to blink.
Slowly turning her stiff neck, Qin Muyu's enchanting face came into view.
To her amazement, which to the Eight-Teeth guys seemed like adoration for Qin Muyu, they took a double hit and no longer tried to say anything to salvage their dignity, leaving in a huff.
"It's late, please let me take you home, madam."
Qin Muyu's voice returned to being gentle and warm as he extended his hand to her in a gentlemanly fashion.
Yang Yuran paused, forgetting to suppress the small surprise in her heart, and asked with a smile blooming like a flower, "How come you're here? Is Yuanyuan outside?"
"Yuanyuan has not finished negotiating with the advertising investors. She asked me to come and pick you up."
