"Seventy thousand, right?" A cold voice came from behind.
Through her tear-filled eyes, Qiao Yimo clearly saw the person approaching, and instantly turned pale with shock. She released her mother's hand and moved to block behind her. Forgetting to cry, she immediately bent over, anxiously apologizing, "I'm sorry, President Li. I didn't know you were nearby, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll take my mom away immediately. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
This man was absolutely someone she couldn't afford to provoke.
Someone with an identity as powerful as his could crush her and her family with a mere flick of a finger.
Hopefully, they hadn't angered this prominent figure just now.
"Yimo, who is he?" But Qiao Yimo's mother didn't think the same. She only noticed Li Beijue's extraordinary demeanor, and the watch on his wrist that looked extremely expensive, causing her eyes to light up.
