Qin Chengtu's face was filled with excitement. He hadn't expected Young Master Qin to understand him and was so stirred up that he, for a moment, didn't respond.
Du Dinghong frowned and said, "Chengtu, what are you daydreaming about? Didn't you hear Young Master Qin talking to you?"
Young Master Qin waved his hand and smiled, saying, "I'm just a collateral member of the Qin Family, not really a Young Master. My cousin is the real heir. Just call me Minghao."
Although his words seemed humble, his eyes betrayed his pride. Clearly, even being a collateral member of the Qin Family elevated him above others.
The men and women knew his identity too. This young man, Qin Minghao, was indeed a collateral member of the Qin Family, but even so, to them, he was a big shot!
Du Dinghong chuckled and said, "Alright, since Young Master Qin is so modest, let's all call him Minghao—normally, you don't get the right to do that!"
