Paul didn't seem surprised and waved his hand dismissively.
"It's fine… it's getting late, let's eat."
"Hmm."
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mu Wan beside him. Though Mu Wan maintained her usual calm demeanor with little expression on her face, her uninjured left hand was clenched into a fist, hinting at the woman's tumultuous emotions.
The corner of Qin Mu's lips curved into a devilish smirk, but he said nothing.
Mu Wan didn't know what a secretary should do; she simply sat quietly beside Qin Mu, watching him engage Mr. Paul in fluent French, sparring like two fencers with words as their blades.
Relying on the translation headset, Mu Wan could roughly grasp the contents of their discussion.
Qin Mu… was planning to open a branch office in France.
Hmm… a move to expand Dongheng International's influence.
Qin Mu had always been an ambitious man… so Mu Wan wasn't surprised.
