Qiao An reluctantly refused with a sound, and this man, without saying a word, stared at his wife unabashedly.
He had no intention of leaving at all.
Jiang Xun was utterly distressed, "San Shao, should I just cancel the meeting then?"
After all, you wouldn't attend it anyway, leaving a bunch of executives waiting isn't a solution.
Cancelling the meeting early would be better.
Lu Meng's issue was resolved, but her own issue wasn't, and Qiao An was still angry.
Thinking about those pink roses made her even angrier.
Yet the culprit was boldly staring directly at her, and Qiao An glared back fiercely, "What are you looking at? Never seen a beauty before?"
"Never seen such an exquisite beauty." The cold persona had long crumbled, and Mu Shao's sweet words now came naturally.
Sweet talk was effortless.
If it were before, Qiao An would have been thrilled upon hearing this, rushing to him to hug and kiss him fervently.
