"What's the matter?" Mo Qian asked in a deep voice.
"Mr. Jin is at the manor, and Madam is chatting with him."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line before Mo Qian's voice, now tinged with darkness, came through: "You attend the 10 o'clock bidding meeting. I'll come back immediately."
"This bid is critical for our Gu Family. I'm afraid—"
"That's settled."
With just a few curt words, Mo Qian ended the conversation.
He set down his phone, grabbed the suit jacket next to him, and strode out of the office.
...
An An, after playing in the garden for long enough, was carried back into the living room by the nanny.
Spotting a handsome man sitting there, An An widened his beautiful big eyes and stared unblinkingly at Jin Qichuan.
Other than his dad, this uncle was the most good-looking person he'd seen.
