What the hell does that crippled dog Qin Long have to do with anything?
Wang Ming's expression was filled with arrogance as he scanned the Tang family members behind him. "Auntie Zhao, a new restaurant just opened nearby that's quite good. Why don't we talk over a meal?"
"There's no need for dinner," Zhao Ruoying refused directly, her face full of respect as she looked at Old Master Tang. "Old Master Tang, I would like to ask where Young Master Qin is."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Tang was stunned. Young Master Qin… Who in the world is this Young Master Qin? And why is Zhao Ruoying so concerned about him?
"Madam Zhao, may I ask who this Young Master Qin you speak of is?" Tang Yuxiang asked, equally baffled. "As far as I know, everyone in our family is surnamed Tang, and even our shareholders don't have other surnames."
"It's Young Master Qin Long," Zhao Ruoying immediately explained.
