When he heard the name Qiao Qiao, Qin Shaonan stood there, his gaze layered with ice.
Jiang Wei was afraid Wang Xiaoping would fall, so he supported him, "Listen to Mr. Wang, she's my daughter."
Wang Xiaoping, being drunk, was particularly animated, "Alright, don't trick me, she's not your biological daughter."
Jiang Wei, "..."
Wang Xiaoping, "If your wife were as beautiful as her daughter, she'd have made it big with her looks alone by now."
Jiang Wei's face turned much grimmer.
Wang Xiaoping patted Jiang Wei's shoulder, "Don't worry, this movie has a lot of big shots, not many actresses. If she doesn't make it big, there's no reason."
Jiang Wei forced a smile, "Thanks for your trouble, Mr. Wang."
Wang Xiaoping, "The room's been booked, right?"
Jiang Wei spoke softly, "I've had someone book it, the Presidential Suite in room 801."
Wang Xiaoping spoke while exiting, "Alright, I'm done eating, otherwise that little seductress might make me drink again."
Jiang Wei, "..."
