Ding Sheng angrily stood up from his seat, forcefully patting his shirt, and growled, "Gan Tiantian, what are you doing? Do you know how expensive this shirt is? Can you afford to pay for it?"
"I was originally planning to speak to you nicely, but since you’re being unreasonable, don’t bla for being impolite."
"This al is sothing you invited for, so you should be the one footing the bill."
Ding Sheng snorted coldly, not believing that Gan Tiantian wouldn’t apologize. After all, she’s just soone of modest background dining here at the Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance. She must have been hoping for a free al given his wealth. Now that she’s offended him, he certainly won’t pay. He expected her to apologize soon enough.
"Fine, I’ll pay the bill, but do you think you’re so great, you jerk?"
"Tiantian, you should give this jerk a good lesson. If it were , I’d have given him a good beating."
Feng Bai walked up and stood beside Gan Tiantian. Ding Sheng’s eyes widened in realization as he pointed at Feng Bai, "So you two know each other? You spilled juice on on purpose earlier?"
Ding Sheng glared at Feng Bai angrily. To think he was a little smitten just now, but it turns out this woman did it on purpose. Damn it, damn it to hell.
"What if it was on purpose?"
Feng Bai puffed out her chest and snorted coldly.
"You... both of you, I want you to compensate for my clothes. Do you know how expensive this shirt is? It’s a handmade piece by a famous Italian designer, worth a hundred thousand. Both of you will compensate . If you can’t, I won’t let either of you leave the Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance."
"You won’t let us leave the Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance?" Feng Bai laughed heartily, "Why don’t you take a good look at whose territory this is? When the ti cos, it’s a question of who won’t be able to leave!"
"Hmph, I see you two are just boasting. I know her situation, and as her friend, you’re clearly the sa."
Ding Sheng sneered, then looked at Gan Tiantian, "Look at you, you think anyone else besides would take a fancy to you?"
"Who says no one fancies her?"
A familiar voice rang out. Feng Bai and Gan Tiantian looked back to see a tall man walking over and standing in front of Gan Tiantian.
Feng Bai raised her eyebrows slightly.
It’s actually Mo Tang? What’s Mo Tang doing at the Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance?
Qin Qin, seated, glanced at Gan Tiantian and then at the tall man beside her, Mo Tang, and smiled slightly.
Mo Tang stood beside Gan Tiantian, and Gan Tiantian turned her head to look up at Mo Tang beside her.
"Who are you?"
Ding Sheng coldly assessed Mo Tang. Wasn’t Gan Tiantian soone without a significant other? How did such an exceptional man suddenly show up?
"His na is Mo Tang, the chief assistant at Mo Corporation."
Feng Bai introduced with a smile, wanting to see how this arrogant Ding Sheng would react upon hearing Mo Tang’s identity?
"Oh, and I forgot to tell you one more thing: the Miss Gan Tiantian in front of you isn’t from a modest background. Gan Tiantian herself is a manager at Heavenly dicine Group, and her father is the company owner."
As Feng Bai finished speaking, Ding Sheng across the table widened his eyes in disbelief, "W-what? You’re lying, you must be lying!"
How could this woman, whom he thought was from a modest background, suddenly turn out to be the daughter of a company owner and even a capable manager at Heavenly dicine Group?
Compared to her, his own family was simply inferior.
"And you still expect us to pay?"
"Qin Qin!"
Feng Bai looked at Qin Qin, who was walking towards them. Mo Tang glanced at Qin Qin and respectfully bent at the waist, "Madam."
Qin Qin nodded slightly, looking at Ding Sheng with a cold, indifferent gaze.
Ding Sheng had initially been dazed by Qin Qin’s stunning looks, but upon eting her gaze, a chill ran down his spine, and his expression suddenly changed.
The chief assistant at Mo Corporation called this woman ’Madam’? Does that an she’s Master Mo’s wife, the president of both Mo Corporation and Heavenly dicine Group, Qin Qin!
He actually offended so many people? Damn, what now?
"This shirt of yours is worth a hundred thousand, you say? And you want Tiantian to compensate you?"
Qin Qin’s calm yet chilly voice sounded, and Ding Sheng quickly shook his head. "No, no, not at all, I didn’t an that. This shirt of mine is worthless. Madam Mo, you’ve misunderstood. Tiantian and I are good friends; how could I possibly ask her for compensation?"
"I’m not deaf!"
"Manager Lao."
Manager Lao hurried over, bowing in front of Qin Qin, "President Qin."
"How much did this table spend just now? Count the cost of fouling the leather seats too."
Manager Lao quickly nodded, grabbed the expense receipt from the side, and walked over, "President Qin, this gentleman spent over thirty thousand in total, including the soiled items, it’s one hundred thousand yuan in total."
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