Afterward, Tang Xuewu's pretty face turned red, and she averted her gaze.
Qin Long knew Xuewu was trying to comfort him, afraid he might dwell on the insults.
"Xuewu, Li Mingjie is a big shot in the Lin'an District of Jiangzhong," Zhang Meide said, glaring. "He's only holding back because it's you. If it were anyone else, their company would be bankrupt by tomorrow, and they wouldn't even know how it happened."
Tang Xuewu chose to ignore him, not wanting to completely offend Li Mingjie.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and a cold draft blew in. "Mr. Li, the imported caviar you ordered has arrived."
"We'll have a spoonful each," Li Mingjie announced, before gesturing toward Qin Long and Tang Xuewu's family. "They don't need any."
Zhang Meilan was about to flare up in anger but was held back by Tang De. A graceful hostess pushed a cart over, carrying a small bowl of caviar. At that moment, a few middle-aged women happened to be slowly passing by in the hall.
