"Do you have to make a spectacle of yourself out here?"
"If it weren't for Xuewu becoming the project's president and making me so happy, I never would have brought you out," Zhang Meilan said, looking at Qin Long with seething resentment.
"As long as I'm here, no one will dare bully Xuewu," Qin Long stated sincerely, exuding an air of authority.
"Hmph!" Zhang Meilan spat disdainfully and slowly walked inside.
"Qin Long, don't be angry," Tang Xuewu said, patting his shoulder comfortingly. "My mom just has a sharp tongue, but she's a good person deep down."
"Mm-hmm." Qin Long walked inside, supported by Tang Xuewu.
At that moment, Qin Long noticed a very familiar private jet parked quietly on the adjacent airfield. Recognizing it as the Yaolong Group's private jet, he glanced at it and continued forward.
"Qin Long, are you feeling unwell?" Tang Xuewu asked, habitually touching his forehead.
"Oh, that jet looks like Lady Zhao's," Qin Long said, pointing toward it with his chin.
