Qin Wangyan bowed to Lin Yu with a solemn expression.
At the sight, Lin Yu's expression changed. He swiftly turned and moved to Qin Wangyan's side, catching him by both arms before he could finish bending down.
"Please don't, Elder Qin. I don't deserve such a gesture from you!"
"Xiaoyu, you deserve this bow!"
Even with Lin Yu holding him up, Qin Wangyan remained unusually resolute.
"Junior brother, just let Old Master Qin do it. You've done so much. If you don't let him pay his respects, he probably won't be able to sleep tonight!"
"Senior brother, stop making light of this!"
Lin Yu gave Huangfu Long, who was only too happy to stir things up, a speechless look, his hands still firmly supporting Qin Wangyan.
"Elder Qin, I won't stand on ceremony. I'm sure you understand that I have my own reasons for arranging for Stark and the others to help Blue Star. I'm not doing it entirely out of selflessness, so I really can't accept this bow!"
Lin Yu looked just as determined. Though he had changed considerably, the habits instilled in him by the old director could hardly change overnight.
This man was old enough to be his grandfather's grandfather and trusted him almost without reservation. There was no way Lin Yu could accept a bow from him.
"All right, all right, that's enough, you two. We're all among friends here. There's no need for all this formality!"
Watching the two remain locked in their standoff, Murong Qing looked utterly speechless. One was hell-bent on bowing, while the other flatly refused to let him. This was a damn deadlock.
"Murong is right. Wangyan, if Xiaoyu insists, let it go!" Old Chen also gently urged him from the side.
After persisting a little longer, Qin Wangyan saw that