An Ziqing let out a heavy sigh, glared at Mo Wei while holding her computer, and walked out of the room with big strides.
"Qingqing! Why are you getting mad for no reason!" Seeing An Ziqing storm out, Mo Wei immediately chased after her.
"Who told you to keep talking nonsense! Who's your wife!" An Ziqing shouted.
"You are! Qingqing, hey, don't walk so fast!" Mo Wei continued to chase.
Through the exquisite floor-to-ceiling window, the man in the VIP room slightly squinted his eyes watching An Ziqing stride away, while Mo Wei caught up and almost affectionately tucked her arm. His eyes, as dark as ink, instantly turned sharp.
"Brother Ling, do you know Miss An?" The woman next to Ling Chuan, Li Xian, asked curiously when she saw this.
Taking a sip of his drink, Ling Chuan withdrew his gaze indifferently, "No, I don't know her."
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"Do you know Ling Chuan?" In the room, Mo Wei interrogated An Ziqing.
