Meng Tianye let out a cold laugh. "We all know President Qin comes from a wealthy, powerful family and looks down on people like us. But did he have to humiliate us like this?"
Comparing people to dogs! What the hell was that? Who talked like that?
When Chu Suiyi heard Cheng Lang's words, he felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead. Assistant Hu also looked at Cheng Lang with shock and apology. Others might not know, but they did: Cheng Lang was Qin Mu's savior. How could Qin Mu possibly speak so harshly to Cheng Lang?
"I don't believe it," Chu Suiyi blurted out. "A-Mu isn't that kind of person. He wouldn't say something like that."
Chu Suiyi had grown up with Qin Mu and knew his temperament very well. Even when Qin Mu was at his angriest, he had never cursed at anyone. How could he call his own savior a dog?
The more Chu Suiyi thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
"Where is Qin Mu?" Chu Suiyi asked Cheng Lang. "I don't believe he'd say something like that. I want to ask him myself."
"President Qin drove away," Cheng Lang said.
Chu Suiyi asked, "Where did he go?"
"I don't know." Cheng Lang patiently replied, "You can call him and ask."
Better for Chu Suiyi to bother Qin Mu than to bother him. With the spirit of sacrificing a fellow daoist rather than himself, Cheng Lang eagerly offered Chu Suiyi advice.
Chu Suiyi took out his phone with a stiff expression and dialed Qin Mu's number.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cheng Lang slipped away with Shen Huaiyu and Meng Tianye.
"How could that President Qin be so awful?" Shen Huaiyu's aggrieved tears were on the verge of falling as he felt sorry for Cheng