"Stop right there!"
Just as Zhang Rujia was about to go to the kitchen, she was called to a halt.
Qin Mingzhu stood by, her heart unintentionally climbing to her throat. Why did she feel her father was somewhat terrifying?
As if he were about to lose his temper?
Qin Mingzhu immediately thought of Qin Mu. Could it be that little wretch had spoken ill of her to her father again?
"Who have you been associating with recently?"
The Mayor of Qin City looked up at her while asking, his gaze carrying a hint of indifference and authority.
"Who else could I be with? You know all my friends, and the rest are just clients."
"Oh? So Mrs. Yang is also one of your clients?"
He asked, his eyes not blinking as he stared at her, as if intending to gather all her little schemes and slowly dissect them.
"Mrs. Yang? Ah, you mean her. She said she wanted to introduce more clients to me, so we've indeed become quite close recently."