"Last time, it was Han Bing who personally drove to pick you up," Tang Xuewu brought up the incident again.
"It's not like that. I really don't know them," Qin Long said with a wry smile. He had intended to find an excuse to brush it off, but this girl was a bit too clever.
"You're not lying to me?" Doubt clouded Tang Xuewu's pretty face.
"Qin Long, don't resort to unscrupulous methods just to become powerful," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder and speaking earnestly. "I'd rather not have that kind of strength. I'm not one of those girls who are obsessed with money, so I won't blame you or pressure you. If we don't have money, we can work hard and build our own little home together. You can't use dishonorable means. Your life would be ruined if you did, understand?"
Tang Xuewu was always so considerate of his feelings, and for a moment, Qin Long was deeply moved. He was the once-decisive, uncompromising Heavenly Dragon, yet now her words swayed his emotions.
