Ji Qingyan’s Little Joy

The bald man paused when he saw Lin Yi. He smiled.

"Mr. Lin, I know that you and Young Master Qin are good friends, but I didn't mean anything by inviting President Ji to dance. I hope you don't misunderstand."

"I wouldn't go so far as to misunderstand, but it's not easy to ask President Ji to dance."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Of course."

Lin Yi pointed at his face. "Do you think you're more handsome than me?"

"Okay, I don't think so..."

Lin Yi pulled on the sleeve of his suit again, revealing the Patek Philippe's 175th anniversary wristwatch.

"Do you think you're richer than me?"

"Yeah, I don't think so either."

"Then why don't you go dance a little? Get lost."

The bald man didn't dare to retort after being scolded by Lin Yi. He couldn't afford to offend such a person, so he could only leave dejectedly.

"Just get rid of him. Don't scold him," Ji Qingyan said in a low voice.