"I went looking for Li Mingjie specifically, hoping he could help out, but the kid was shoveling dog crap. Then your father had that little accident. We begged everyone we could for help, but no one lent a hand. It's like you can't even give money away these days! It's all about power and influence!" Zhang Meilan fumed, her voice full of complaints directed at Qin Long and Tang Xuewu.
"What happened next?" Tang Xuewu asked. She pointedly ignored her mother's tirade as she carefully handed Qin Long a cup of hot milk.
"After that, I was out shopping and happened to run into Young Master Wang, so I asked for his help…"
Before Zhang Meilan could finish, Tang Xuewu cut her off sharply. "Wang Ming has nothing to do with us! Why did you ask him for a favor again? I've told you not to ask him for anything."
Anyone could see how Wang Ming coveted Tang Xuewu, and she wanted nothing to do with a man like that.
