Qin Long picked up the leg of lamb again, took a bite, and said nonchalantly, "If you don't have the skills, then don't act so tough. Wouldn't it be better to just be a quiet lapdog?"
"Qin Long, you son of a—!" Tang Yuxiang immediately flew into a rage. If Qin Long really made a move, the Tang Family would lose a major deal, and it would be a huge personal loss for him as well. He continued to curse, unwilling to let Qin Long have the last word.
"Five minutes. Then you'll know whether I can influence this deal or not," Qin Long said, taking out his phone.
Seeing Qin Long's confidence, Tang Yuxiang couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
If this cripple really ruins the Yaolong Group's major deal, I'll be the Tang Family's sinner for the ages! Grandfather will never forgive me! After all, I was the one who deliberately brought this up.
"Qin Long, what do you think you're doing?" Tang Yuxiang's eyes widened as he slammed the table.
