Wang Zhi laughed, considering that both of them were surnad Qiao, and speculating whether they had any family ties.
But she had investigated Qiao Monian’s background; she was just a self-made young designer who grew up abroad, with no visible connections dostically.
"No, no, no, it’s my fault today. Miss Qiao, your generosity really makes feel ashad. I wonder if, after the event concludes, I could have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"
Qiao Mo smiled faintly: "I appreciate Boss Wang’s goodwill, but I’m afraid it’s not possible today. Perhaps we can arrange for another day."
Wang Zhi wouldn’t easily give up this opportunity. He was certain that as long as he could invite this Qiao Monian, Fu Nancheng would definitely co as well.
After a few drinks, their cooperation would basically be settled.
"Miss Qiao, is it that you’re looking down on , Wang Zhi? Or do you think I’m too crude to sit at the sa table with you?"
Qiao Mo smiled insincerely, placed her glass down, and said, "I’m sorry, I really have matters to attend to today."
"Miss Qiao, are you determined to embarrass ?" Wang Zhi’s tone heightened, feeling she was refusing his courtesy.
Many around them turned to look. Qiao Mo’s deanor turned a bit colder: "So what is Boss Wang planning to do?"
As if not expecting her direct rebuttal, Wang Zhi was montarily stunned.
"I’ve signed a contract with Boss Wang for the hotel space. I’m paying to rent your venue; there’s no clause requiring to have a al with you."
Wang Zhi’s pride was slightly bruised, and he warned, "You’re just a lowly designer, don’t act more important than you are! Inviting you to dinner is giving you face, don’t mistake yourself for soone significant!"
Qiao Mo subtly curled her lips and calmly said, "But today, I simply don’t want to go. What does Boss Wang intend to do?"
Wang Zhi felt more embarrassed, slightly fearful that this might displease Fu Nancheng.
But on second thought, he was doing this to please him, and moreover, Qiao Monian only had a resemblance to Mrs. Fu; Fu Nancheng shouldn’t humiliate him over a re woman.
He certainly overestimated his own importance, completely ignoring Fu Nancheng’s icy expression.
"Today, Miss Qiao will go whether she wants to or not, it doesn’t matter what she wants!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhi reached out to grab at Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, noticing the fat hand that appeared on her wrist, she smiled faintly, saying nothing.
The next mont, the atmosphere of the entire venue turned chilly, and Fu Nancheng’s face darkened completely, his nacing gaze fell upon that hand, a deadly chill emanating within a ten-ter radius.
The previously noisy venue instantly fell silent, with his hand casually in his pocket, he sternly addressed Wang Zhi: "She said she doesn’t want to go, didn’t you understand?"
Wang Zhi’s heart trembled, feeling weak in his knees as those eerie eyes swept over him.
His gaze coldly passed over the hand grabbing Qiao Mo, resembling an icy blade.
Wang Zhi shivered and quickly withdrew his hand.
His lips parted slightly: "Take off that arm for ."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Wang Zhi to react.
Fifteen erged from the shadows like a specter.
"Ah—!!!"
In the next mont, a heart-wrenching scream pierced through the hall.
With a crunching sound, Wang Zhi’s face turned pale, feeling as if his bones were shattered, he clutched his arm, collapsing to the ground, drenched in sweat.
Fu Nancheng slowly walked up to Qiao Mo. Qiao Mo smiled slightly at him: "I must thank this gentleman for coming to my aid."
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