Luo Ming said indifferently, "I also find him unpleasant. When you're at school, you should 'take care' of him even more."
Qin Feng nodded repeatedly, his eyes crinkling with a wide smile. I haven't even come for him, and he's already offended the Luos? If he doesn't die, who will?
"Young Master Ming is right, I will definitely take good care of him," Qin Feng said with a cold smirk.
Qin Feng was just looking for an opportunity to suck up to Luo Ming. This was such a good chance—how could he let it slip by?
Chu Hao, you are destined to become my stepping stone, and the ideal enemy I've dreamed of—nothing could be better.
Qin Feng's eyes narrowed into slits.
Chu Hao watched Luo Ming with a cheerful expression and said, "TSK TSK... Aren't you afraid of being tainted by the bad luck of the Poop God?"
"The God of Death?" Luo Ming was a bit puzzled. "Is this a nickname for Qin Ming? He sounds formidable."
