Song Guanchao smiled and nodded, "What's your surname?"
Li Qingtang chuckled softly and didn't answer his question directly.
He raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and said, "It's almost mealtime, I'll give you a chance to treat me to dinner."
Song Guanchao thought to himself, where did this idiot come from?
He's never met anyone quite this arrogant before.
However, to be this brazen at the City Committee, it's obvious he has some backing.
His identity must be anything but ordinary.
He wasn't angry because of Li Qingtang's tone.
He was simply curious about why this obviously well-connected man was looking for him, and for what purpose.
Song Guanchao fished out a cigarette, lit one, and just watched Li Qingtang silently.
Li Qingtang didn't like the way he was being looked at.
It was an expression he was all too familiar with.
It was the same look he gave his family pet dog.
This bastard, does he think I'm a dog?
