Qiu Qianghai couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.
Even after checking again and again, he was sure he absolutely did not know the woman in front of him.
He didn't understand where those complicated feelings were coming from, but Gu Jin really suited his temperament.
She spoke and handled things very cleanly, and didn't beat around the bush.
The only thing that displeased him was that his bedroom had been taken over by a dirty little brat.
When he heard Li Qingfeng mention this, his temper flared up; just as he was about to charge into the room and throw the person out, Gu Jin appeared.
She was a beauty—everyone's happy to look a few extra times, especially at a beauty one has a good impression of—and the little burst of temper slowly dispersed.
"Boss Qiu?"
An old man's aged voice came from the phone.
The call had been picked up.
Qiu Qianghai immediately pressed the phone to his ear: "Old Chen, I've got a thousand-year-old ginseng here. Do you have time?"
