For some reason, seeing Luo Zongfang made Qin Hanzhong inexplicably nervous.
Although Qin Hanzhong was several decades older than Luo Zongfang, just meeting his gaze felt like being stared at by a venomous snake.
"Young Master Luo, I..."
"Smack!"
Yet before Qin Hanzhong could speak, the woman with the surname Jiang, who was next to Luo Zongfang, suddenly darted forward and slapped him across the face.
Qin Hanzhong was utterly flabbergasted.
And even a little furious and humiliated.
This was the Qin Family, and he, Qin Hanzhong, was the Family Head. To be slapped like this...
"This slap is from that kid with the surname Ye. If you have a grudge, take it up with him." The woman named Jiang smirked, her eyes filled with mockery.
Qin Hanzhong gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze out a tentative smile, "I..."
"Smack!"
Unexpectedly, the woman named Jiang slapped him again.
