When he spoke, he was looking straight at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing's expression remained calm. He had experienced too much of the ugliness of human nature in his childhood, so he was well aware that when someone started by describing their own personality, it often meant that their subsequent words were intentional.
And at this moment, he heard the faint voice of Meng Yunbai in his ear.
"Brother Xu Qing, this guy Luo Jinsong isn't as straightforward as he claims to be. Let me tell you, most of the so-called Heavenly Marquises' descendants in the capital are just wearing a glorious facade. They lack real power, true talent, and their bloodlines have become diluted."
"This Luo Jinsong is one of them. He's a little smart and wants to follow the Seventh Prince. However, the Seventh Prince doesn't fancy him. So, today, he wants to make things difficult for you in public to curry favor with the Seventh Prince."
