Wang Zhi laughed, considering that both of them were surnamed Qiao, and speculating whether they had any family ties.
But she had investigated Qiao Monian's background; she was just a self-made young designer who grew up abroad, with no visible connections domestically.
"No, no, no, it's my fault today. Miss Qiao, your generosity really makes me feel ashamed. I wonder if, after the event concludes, I could have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"
Qiao Mo smiled faintly: "I appreciate Boss Wang's goodwill, but I'm afraid it's not possible today. Perhaps we can arrange for another day."
Wang Zhi wouldn't easily give up this opportunity. He was certain that as long as he could invite this Qiao Monian, Fu Nancheng would definitely come as well.
After a few drinks, their cooperation would basically be settled.
"Miss Qiao, is it that you're looking down on me, Wang Zhi? Or do you think I'm too crude to sit at the same table with you?"
