"Meilan, I just made some inquiries. This Li Mingjie has a bad reputation; he likes to fool around with other men's wives. That must be why he angered Mr. Jiang." Old Master Tang had great faith in Wang Ming's information.
"Patriarch, Qin Long has certainly…" Zhang Meilan began. For some reason, even though she was starting to see him in a new light, she felt the need to explain.
"He did it?" the Patriarch scoffed. "Meilan, how could a cripple like Qin Long possibly be friends with Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Jiang? He's poor and has no real skills. He has no background to speak of, so why would people of their stature bother with him? If he truly had powerful connections, wouldn't those two bigwigs have visited him three years ago?"
Old Master Tang's barrage of questions left Zhang Meilan speechless. He's right. Qin Long has nothing to show for himself—no background, no money. Who would believe that a cripple who was a simpleton for three years suddenly became a powerful figure?
