Chapter 1377 I'm his ma, I make calls.

The waiter, who was standing aside, was confused while looking at Carl Cook and then at Qin Yin. Yet still, she needed to maintain the smile to ask, "excuse me, to confirm, this gentleman needs latte or ice?" Qin Yin turned to the waiter with a kindly smile, "ice, please. I'm his ma, I make calls." The waiter sensed killing intense in her tone. Though this killing intense wasn't aiming at her. "Sure, ma'am," said the waiter who fled in a hurry. Later, another waiter came over with a bucket of...