Under Song Shiqin's gaze, Chu Jin quickly shuffled the cards.
The little girl sat in her lap, with her hands supporting her chin, blinked her eyes, and stared motionlessly at Song Shiqin.
So annoying, this weirdo still won't leave!
After arranging the cards, Chu Jin looked up and asked, "May I know what Mr. Song would like to inquire about?"
Seeing her serious expression, with no hint of jest, Song Shiqin also straightened his face and spoke slowly, "Miss Chu, just say whatever you find."
Having nothing better to do, and since the young lady was taking it seriously, why not just play along with her.
Let's see what nonsense she can come up with.
Chu Jin nodded, "Alright."
**
Elsewhere, in a high-class Western restaurant.
At a window-side seat, there was a woman with exquisite makeup, glowing like a peach blossom, dressed lavishly.
She had been sitting there for quite a while.
It seemed she was waiting for someone.