Lin Tian very cleanly and decisively threw the flowers into a corner of the villa's front yard.
The huge bouquet of roses was blazing in its own fiery red glory.
Except.
Lin Tian discarded it like an old shoe, wishing he could stomp on it a few more times.
The young man in front of him.
Had actually treated him like some kind of doorman-level existence.
As if.
If he was in a good mood and tossed over a bit of small change, that would be a heaven-sent favor!
Lin Tian was extremely pissed!
If he wasn't still unsure of this young man's background, he would have already slapped him away with one palm.
The fact that the other party appeared here might mean he was Qin Yuegu's friend or relative or something.
Or maybe one of Qin Yuegu's suitors?
Lin Tian glanced at the roses on the ground and secretly thought to himself.
And at this moment.
The young man who had been fixing his makeup in the mirror suddenly froze.
