Old Wu stood there, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
To think he had naively tried to win over Qin Qi, even believing at one point that Qin Qi was the one who didn't know what's best, didn't appreciate the situation.
But unexpectedly, the one who truly didn't know the situation was actually himself.
Why on earth would Qin Qi, a third-level Martial Artist, lower himself to join his faction?
Yet he knew deep down that he must befriend Qin Qi. This young man's future was limitless!
He hurried over, even changed the way he addressed him, "Mr. Qin, are you alright?"
"Do I look like I'm not alright, Old Wu? Just say what you need to," Qin Qi said calmly.
His tone had an undercurrent of coldness.
Hearing the indifference in Qin Qi's voice made Old Wu's heart tremble, and he forced a smile, "Mr. Qin, would you be interested in joining me at my teahouse for a chat..."
