Qin Hao didn't mention Shen Yaping, nor did he scold her.
He felt there was no need to stoop to arguing with this kind of woman; it would only make him look petty.
Just as they finished eating and were about to leave, the door of the private room was opened from outside, and five or six people came in.
The people in the room paused for a moment, looking at the newcomers.
The little witch scanned the crowd and saw Qin Hao, who was still eating.
Her face brightened with joy as she quickly called out, "Master."
Qin Hao turned his head to glance at her, his face revealing a moment of surprise, "Who are you?"
The Li Moying he saw had short, flaxen hair and delicate features, especially those bright and captivating eyes.
She was a far cry from the little witch in the video with long black hair.
Li Moying chuckled, "Master, can't you recognize me once I've taken off the wig?"
Qin Hao let out a dry laugh, "I almost didn't recognize you. You look a bit like a drifter."
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