Liu Mingtao came to his senses and approached with a smile.
However, Qin Long was puzzled by his current expression. Has this kid not learned his lesson after our last encounter? Where does he get this confidence?
"Right, right. I should be respecting Young Master Qin," Liu Mingtao said, stopping in front of Qin Long. He gave a deliberate bow, his face a mask of feigned eagerness.
"Looking for trouble?" Qin Long's expression changed slightly as he glared at Liu Mingtao.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare," Liu Mingtao replied, a mocking sneer on his face. "It's just that things were a bit unpleasant between us last time. I was thinking, when can I treat Young Master Qin to a meal as an apology?"
"I don't have time," Qin Long said, ignoring him and starting to walk away on his crutch.
"You're busy, you're busy..." A hint of disdain touched the corners of Liu Mingtao's mouth as he coldly watched Qin Long's departing figure.
