Gu Moqian's brow furrowed slightly, and he curled his lips coldly: "Is Miss Zhao very free? Did she come all this way just to ask me this question?"
Zhao Wanqing responded with a light laugh, then turned to Ji Wei, who was seated in the middle, "I came here, of course, to visit my own sister. Is there anything wrong with that? And Mr. Gu, I'm at least your employee who diligently handles affairs in Britain for you. Can't you show me a bit of concern?"
"Well, we really should thank Miss Zhao for her dedicated service."
Gu Moqian emphasized each word in "dedicated service," picked up the wine glass from the table, lightly swirled it, and then made a casual toast towards Zhao Wanqing.
Zhao Wanqing didn't disregard his gesture, clinked her glass with his, and took a gentle sip, "If Mr. Gu is sincere, you should raise my salary. Not much, just triple would do."
