Yang Lisheng stood up and looked towards Mr. Qin and Liu Shanyue, "Mr. Qin, then we shall take our leave now."
"Alright!" Mr. Qin and Liu Shanyue followed suit, standing up to escort Yang Lisheng and his party to the door.
"Xiao Ning, Grandpa Qin would like to thank you for this time. If you ever need anything, just feel free to ask," Mr. Qin said cheerfully as he looked at Song Yan Ning, his eyes brimming with admiration. He had met many well-bred ladies, and though their looks might surpass Song Yan Ning's, their temperament couldn't match hers. Temperament was what he valued most.
Song Yufeng looked at Song Yan Ning in surprise. Mr. Qin was actually thanking Xiao Ning? How could that be? Given Mr. Qin's status in Beijing, even a stomp of his foot could shake the city. Xiao Ning was just a child of seven or eight. What could she have done to deserve his thanks?
