He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
"Young Master Qin, you should really say a little less..."
'That's the Shen Family, after all...'
'...How long has it been since I've seen someone dare to offend a Divine Family like this?'
Qin Fang muttered, "Well, they were the ones with no public decency."
After saying his piece, he looked away. He didn't intend to press the issue relentlessly. Instead, he cupped his hands and smiled at the dark-faced, middle-aged man. "Thank you for your hard work this time, Mr. Wang."
He had already learned the man's name: he was surnamed Wang, and his given name was Jing.
He was a Hundred Households of the Post House's Black Armor Army.
Seeing Qin Fang suddenly act so serious, this Hundred Households Wang felt a bit taken aback.
With a strange expression, he cupped his hands and said, "It's my duty, I can't take credit for it... However, Young Master Qin, offending the Shen Family like this... is not wise."
