"Who are you?"
At that moment, Qin Long slowly walked over, supported by Tang Xuewu.
"Damn it! Qin Long, why are you everywhere? Can you stop posturing?" Wang Ming pointed at him and howled with laughter.
"Qin Long, don't do anything rash," Tang Xuewu frowned, signaling with her eyes for him not to make a scene.
"Haha, look at this broke loser."
"He actually thinks they're here for him. He should take a good look in the mirror!"
"Exactly! Just a disabled, stupid dog!"
Seeing the crowd's mockery, Wang Ming's laughter grew even more unrestrained.
But when the woman with the graceful figure saw Qin Long, she jogged right over to him.
"Young Master Qin, this is your custom supercar!"
BOOM!
Wang Ming looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and the surroundings fell deathly silent.
Was this really Qin Long's doing? Could the "Young Master Qin" the woman mentioned actually be *him*? Tang Xuewu's poor, crippled fiancé?
