"I..." Long Chen stirred his thin lips.

Qiao Anyan sneered and lowered her head, "I almost forgot that Second Young Master Long has been the son of a prodigy since birth. Everyone will only flatter you. When will it be time for you to lower your head? Even if you're not used to saying sorry, it's normal."

Long Chenli's face turned hot.

He knew that he was wrong, but was there a need for this woman to mock him in such a roundabout manner? ...