Han Bing bowed her head, her posture downright groveling.
Even Tang Xuewu was taken aback. How could Qin Long know a big shot like Han Bing, and why is she so respectful to him?
"Sorry, I refuse," Qin Long said coldly, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.
"This..." Han Bing was startled, a flicker of coldness flashing through her eyes. When has she, Han Bing, ever been rejected like this? But she needed Qin Long's help today and had no choice but to suppress her anger.
"Young Master Qin, I was recommended to you by Madam Zhao," Han Bing said with a soft smile. "She will also be at the banquet today."
