Upon hearing this, Qin Long thought it over and felt a surge of warmth rise within him. He never thought Tang Xuewu actually cared about him.
"Alright, I'll go after her and explain everything," Qin Long said. Supported by Zi'er, he turned to leave.
Just then, a voice dripping with disdain rang out. "Well, well, if it isn't the great fool, Qin Long?" From a short distance away, a young man in a white suit strolled over. It was none other than that bastard, Wang Ming. He had a cigar dangling from his lips, followed by seven or eight voluptuous female bodyguards dressed in black.
"Young Master Wang!" Immediately, all the staff members addressed Wang Ming with the utmost respect.
