Qin Miaomiao flared up, finally answered the call, and blurted out:
"Sorry, I'm not interested in buying insurance or investing in any financial projects, so please don't call me again, OK?"
On the other end of the line, there was an eerie silence for three seconds, followed by a gentle woman's voice.
"It's me, Mo Wenwan."
Qin Miaomiao: .....Huh?
Well, this was awkward!
"Miss Qin, at three this afternoon, we're hosting a camellia tea party. All the attendees are high-society ladies. Are you interested?"
Qin Miaomiao replied succinctly, "Sorry, I'm not interested."
Mo Wenwan: ...
Her grip on the phone tightened, veins rising on her hand, yet her voice remained remarkably gentle:
"Miss Qin, a few days ago, I went to France. The scenery there is truly captivating, and there are quite a few intriguing stories. Would you like to hear them?"
France? Hotel? Late-night visit?
