C102 One Thousand per Person

"Let's go downstairs for a meeting." Without waiting for Qiu Ziye's reminder, Mu Jincheng stood up with a dark face. His aura was so terrifying that it made Qiu Ziye's heart beat rapidly.

He carefully asked, "What about Young Madam? Do you want me to go downstairs and let her go back?"

"No need. If she is willing to wait, just let her wait!" Mu Jincheng kicked away the chair and walked out