Du Wanrou was also a bit surprised, "Is Qin Hao's company valued at several billion? That high?"
Feng Xiangyi nodded, "You've got a sharp eye, girl. How come I never meet such capable men?"
Du Wanrou's cheeks flushed red, "Auntie, you're so annoying, always teasing me."
"Haha, you better keep a close eye on this kind of man, or someone else might snatch him away," Feng Xiangyi reminded her.
"Yeah, if they manage to snatch him away, that's their skill."
Despite saying this, Du Wanrou was still more alert inside.
The image of Li Moying came to her mind, a woman whose appearance and family background were in no way inferior to hers.
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The next morning, Qin Hao didn't go to class and took the bus to Xinshang Square after having breakfast.
He arrived at Xinshang Square at eight-thirty in the morning.
Outside the duck store, two rows of ceremonial cannons were set up, all adorned with red cords, looking festive and joyful.