"If you knew a major figure like Elder Jiang, would Zhang Meide and his family still dare to be so smug in front of me?"
The memory of the day's mockery made Zhang Meilan seethe with hatred. Zhang Meide had made countless sarcastic remarks to her face, all because of his connection to Li Mingjie, and he was unbearably pleased with himself.
"I do know Elder Jiang," Qin Long said after a moment's thought.
"In your dreams," Zhang Meilan scoffed, not believing him for a second. "And I suppose I know the Mayor of Jiangzhong City?"
Qin Long sighed helplessly. Since she didn't believe him, he couldn't be bothered to explain. He would have, if it were Xuewu, but it didn't matter with anyone else. Some truths could only be proven through action.
"I promised that whatever Xuewu wants, I will give her," Qin Long earnestly explained to Zhang Meilan. "Whether it's money, power, or dignity, it's all a piece of cake."
