A Life of Neglecting One's Proper Work Was Just That Stylish

The timing was neither early nor late, just perfect. Those two had blocked the entrance with impeccable precision. Qin Fen was speechless. If he had arrived any later, wouldn't that have made him look like he was bragging?

No wonder they had driven such a flashy car today—it turned out Song Shaoqing was back.

As for their bet, Chef Qin did not care in the slightest. It had nothing to do with him. He listened, and that was that; he had not the slightest interest.

But seeing Qin Fen's indifferent expression, Fu Qiang felt hurt. He had bled heavily today because of this. "Don't you want to know what we bet on?"

"No. What the hell does it have to do with me?" Qin Fen did not care about the other man's status. Even if his background was formidable, so what? Fifty years from now, he would still be a pile of dirt.

Fu Qiang froze. Fine, this guy really was hard to deal with. The key was that he had no desires and no demands, so there was nowhere to begin.

Song Shaoqing chuckled. I know this guy better than you do. He's stubborn as a mule—no, he was born to be a complete pain in the ass.

"Qin Fen, we could be considered old friends, right?" Song Shaoqing said earnestly.

"I don't feel that way. Also, how did you know I was here?" Qin Fen shrugged.

A shameless man was invincible. You had taken two apartments from me, and we were not friends? Song Shaoqing nearly bit his tongue. "Call you, text you, then have the mobile company trace your location. Was finding you really that difficult?"

Song Shaoqing finally smiled. I finally got to show off in front of this guy.

Qin Fen was embarrassed. Fine, he