"What do you think you are, some big shot? Am I keeping you around for New Year's?"
Qin Chuan's voice wasn't loud, as he casually wrapped his arm around Huang Shiren's neck as if they were old friends meeting after many years.
Huang Shiren wanted to resist, but who would have thought that Qin Chuan's arm was like a chain, the more he struggled, the tighter it got, causing him to give up the childish thought and then be forcibly dragged outside by Qin Chuan.
"Look at you, going to all this trouble over such trivial crap. It's not even worth my lifting a finger. Take this as a lesson and go back to use that pea-sized brain of yours to think up something more original," Qin Chuan said with deep significance, as if an elder was disappointed that the younger was not meeting expectations, "And remember, this is your last chance. If you can't get it done, I'm going to spill all your dirty little secrets to Huang Bingshan."
