So, Mr. Qin stepped forward with a chuckle and said, "It's just a little squabble between youngsters. There's no need to take it so seriously."
"It is indeed getting late. Anyone who's tired is free to head home. For those who'd like to stay and have fun, we will of course be happy to entertain you."
"Please, everyone come back inside. It's not a good look to be standing around out here."
Mrs. Qin went forward to lead the aggrieved Qin Nuo back into the banquet hall.
Before anyone could react, Qin Nuo had already run off, the faint sound of her crying trailing behind her.
Her heart aching for her daughter, Mrs. Qin gave Mr. Qin a meaningful look, then turned and hurried after her.
The banquet continued with Mr. Qin presiding.
But the mood had grown much colder. After all, only the small-timers were left, and Mr. Qin's desire to play host had diminished somewhat.
He shot a look at Xiao Yi, the president of the Medical Alliance, who had yet to leave.
