Qin Third was briefly at a loss for words.
A Qin Family junior snorted coldly. "No wonder you can only be a bar singer. Someone like you will never amount to much."
"You're right." Cheng Lang nodded.
The Qin Family junior: "..."
The Qin Family junior sneered. "Someone like you will probably never know what it means to live with dignity."
Cheng Lang sighed and looked calmly at the Qin Family junior. "Before I came, our boss only gave me a hundred thousand yuan as an appearance fee."
The Qin Family junior did not understand and raised his brows with a sneer. "So?"
"This hundred-thousand-yuan appearance fee obviously doesn't include the cost of being a punching bag. So," Cheng Lang said, looking at the Qin Family junior, "if you want to insult me personally, please pay extra."
The Qin Family junior's expression changed. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you're worthy of asking me for money?"
Cheng Lang met the Qin Family junior's gaze. "If you can't come up with the money, don't act so arrogant. In a commercial society, money talks. The grandson of a rich man isn't my grandson."
"What did you say?" The Qin Family junior flew into a rage and reached for Cheng Lang's collar.
Cheng Lang caught his hand at once. "Mr. Qin, today is your old master's eightieth birthday. Guests are guests. First, you stopped a guest at the door and insulted him. Now you want to hit someone. Are you making trouble or celebrating a birthday?"
"Qin Mi, let go." Qin Third barked sternly.
After a pause, he put on a smiling face and looked at Cheng Lang. "Young people are hot-blooded. Please forgive him."
"You're too kind." Cheng Lang released his hand and replied politely, "I'm an orphan.