After all, an arranged marriage in a wealthy family isn't openly acknowledged as such; it is usually disguised as a simple visit to the family. In reality, everyone sits down together to meet, drink water, and cultivate a relationship.
Quan Dongting did come, but he showed no intention of even sitting down, which undoubtedly was a silent refusal.
The faces of the four girls showed disappointment simultaneously, but due to maintaining face, they couldn't express much.
"Master Gong, if you're busy with things, please go ahead with them, don't mind us."
"Yes, Master Gong, please go ahead. We won't disturb you."
"Yes, I won't disturb you either."
Are they leaving?
Watching the arranged meeting she carefully set up about to fail, the Old Madam was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, grabbing him, "What work do you have that can't be finished? Why wasn't I aware of this?"
"It's a collaboration project, and I have a meeting soon," Quan Dongting stalled.
