Cheng Lang had no choice but to explain, "My actual profession is singing. Performing crosstalk is just a hobby."
Someone studied Cheng Lang closely for a while, then suddenly asked, "You look familiar, little brother. There was a video that went viral online before—the one about collecting a debt outside the XX Art Museum..."
The man trailed off. Cheng Lang smiled. "That was me."
The man clicked his tongue inwardly. Some people at the table did not understand what was going on, but after asking around, they too began to see Cheng Lang in a new light.
They had thought the kid was merely young, hot-blooded, and sharp-tongued. Now, it seemed Cheng Lang was not only sharp-tongued—he was ruthless when he made a move, too.
"...He's no good person at all!"
At the table in the inner room, Qin Mi reported to Old Master Qin with great indignation. "He's so young, yet he acts with such ruthlessness. I heard he used to hang around with people from loan companies, too. Big Brother keeps someone like that by his side—I'm worried he'll be influenced for the worse."
Qin Mu glanced at Qin Mi. "You finally got internet access?"
Qin Mi: "..."
Old Master Qin held Qin Mi's phone and watched the widely circulated but rather low-resolution debt-collection video with great interest. Smiling, he said, "This child seems to have a bit of that old-fashioned chivalry—drawing his sword when he sees injustice."
Qin Mu said nothing.
Qin Mi was unconvinced. "Grandpa, I don't think this Cheng Lang is a good person at all."
Old Master Qin looked at his grandson, who refused to let the matter go, and felt a headache coming on.
He had no idea who Qin Mi took after with that lofty-but-incompetent, yet overly self-important temperament.
Fortunately, the Qin