One might even say Zhang Meilan's pets held a higher status than he did.
Does he, Qin Long, really look like a fish on the chopping block, to be sliced at will?
His engagement with Tang Xuewu was merely a verbal agreement, so why would he hesitate to strike Zhang Meilan? In his mind, Zhang Meilan and Old Master Tang were worthless. Is Xuewu the only one I truly care about? Given his former Heavenly Dragon temperament, it would have been a miracle for Zhang Meilan to escape without a few broken ribs. He was already being incredibly tolerant today.
"This man is an ungrateful wretch!" Old Master Tang clenched his fists, roaring through gritted teeth. "Rulan, is this the prodigy you so admired?"
"An ingrate?" Qin Long scoffed. "For Xuewu's sake, I had the Yaolong Group deliberately give you that massive order. And now, in your eyes, I'm an ingrate? Believe it or not, I can have that order canceled with a single phone call. Don't believe me? Try me."
