"Ha! I would go to her for a mere bowl of fried rice? She overestimates herself!" Qin Yeting's voice was full of sarcasm.
Song Qing echoed, "Yes, you are the esteemed head of the Qin Group, and she's carrying your shoes... uh..."
Song Qing was speaking when she suddenly felt another wave of angina.
She immediately shut her mouth, but the pain still didn't stop.
Qin Yeting hated it when people only said half of what they meant, so he coldly questioned, "She carried my shoes, and then what?"
"It's impossible for her to carry your shoes!" Song Qing could only change her tone and start praising Xia Yue, "Miss Xia is noble and elegant, with superb medical skills. She is more than a match for you."
After she finished speaking, Song Qing's angina finally stopped.
She breathed a long sigh of relief.
Qin Yeting narrowed his eyes and coldly glanced at Song Qing. "I thought you were one of my mother's people, but it turns out you're an undercover agent sent by Xia Yue."
"No! Brother Ye Ting, no, Young Master Qin, I am only loyal to you!" To show her sincerity, Song Qing knelt down directly.
Qin Yeting certainly didn't trust someone like Song Qing.
His face changes every few minutes, faster than the face-changing act in Sichuan opera.
But it doesn't matter.
All he cared about was this plate of fried rice.
He didn't want to see his ex-wife, but he also wanted to eat her cooking, as it suited his taste perfectly.
He couldn't help but recall the box of breakfast Xia Yue had given him at the gate of the Qin Group.
Thinking of this, Qin Yeting glanced at Song Qing and coldly ordered, "Tomorrow morning, go to her place and pick up a breakfast. Deliver it to me at seven o'clock sharp."
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