Zhang Xiaoran voiced the Zhang family's doubts, and the moment she spoke, all eyes converged on her.
"Oh, I'm not a good friend of Qin Long's," Li Mingjie hurriedly explained. Me, a friend of Qin Long? His friends are titans like Jiang Haijing. I don't even qualify to pour their wine.
"Haha, I knew it! How could a cripple like him possibly know someone like you, Mingjie?"
"That's right. Mingjie is just open-minded, that's why he even bothered to speak to him."
"Honestly, and here I was thinking the guy had some incredible background."
The dozen or so young men and women, all of them Tang Xuewu's various cousins, burst into laughter. They were accustomed to this competitive atmosphere: they'd fawn over anyone they deemed superior and mock anyone they saw as inferior. As a result, Tang Xuewu's family often became their target.
