บท 283: A Slap In the Face

Qin Ruohan ordered Qin Tian—who was his personal guard and butler—coldly with a deathly god-like coldness,

"Take down the names of all the people who bad-mouthed Madam."

Qin Tian sheepishly said, "Mr. Qin, I don't know their names."

So how do I write down their names?

"Take photos of each of them. We'll settle the score later," Qin Ruohan said coldly.

Qin Tian immediately whipped out his cell phone.

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Sigh…

He silently shed tears of sympathy for these guests who made those sarcastic remarks.

Perhaps in a few days, a few more companies would close down or go bankrupt.

The guests around Qin Ruohan felt a terrifying chill and thought that the air conditioner was broken.

Ye Caitang ignored the ridicule of such people.

She casually picked up the violin Diana had used before.

She casually played a piece by the English composer Edward Elgar, "The Tribute to Love".