"It's nothing, Qin Tian, I will... I will return to Zhonghai City tomorrow. As for Beijing's market, forget it, forget it..."
Although Qin Tian was holding his glass to prevent Murong Fei from drinking, Murong Fei still pushed Qin Tian's hand away and gulped down the remains of his Deep Water Bomb, sip by sip.
Her beautiful eyes were tightly shut, her head slightly shaking, her expression one of utmost dejection.
Qin Tian stared blankly at Murong Fei. He didn't stop her from drinking; he knew that at this moment, Murong Fei was fragile and heartbroken. If that was the case, then let her vent it out; it might make her feel somewhat better.
Yet, when Qin Tian heard Murong Fei say she was leaving Beijing, his expression involuntarily shifted.
Leaving Beijing tomorrow? Wouldn't Murong Fei's efforts to find opportunities to expand her market in Beijing be in vain then!?
"Just because that pansy threatened you?" Qin Tian asked Murong Fei, somewhat incredulously.
