As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone present froze, including Qin Yumo himself.
Since childhood, no one had ever dared to demand an apology from him.
He didn't even know how to write the word "apology."
A smile appeared at the corners of his lips—one of those calculating, scheming smiles.
It made Yun Shifei hesitate, wondering if she should just drop it. After all, she was unfamiliar with life in Beijing, and provoking him wouldn't end well for her.
She just wanted to live her modest, quiet little life.
But before she could decide, a girl's voice suddenly rang out from below: "I think this young lady made a good point. If even Young Master Qin can't bring himself to apologize, then what qualifications does he have to inherit the Qin Family's business in the future? If word got out, who would dare work with such an irresponsible company?"
