"Of course, please wait a moment," the waiter said politely with the order in hand, heading toward the kitchen.
Bai Qiuqing skillfully placed the order and looked at Qiao Xiaren with undisguised disgust.
"So, what do you really want? Are you after money? I can write you a check, how about one million?"
"One million?" Qiao Xiaren sneered coldly. "Do I look like I need money now? Sorry, but the amount you can offer now, isn't that also from the Qiao Family? Too bad, even the Qiao Family is mine."
"Don't go too far!" Bai Qiuqing's previously repressed anger began to erupt. "You'll eventually marry and leave, and now you're still coveting the Qiao Family's assets, Qiao Xiaren, have you no shame?"
"If you think that's shameless, that's up to you. As long as you're happy," Qiao Xiaren shrugged indifferently, a light flickering in her eyes. "Bai Qiuqing, don't forget why you asked to meet me in the first place."
