Tang Qing often exuded a roguish aura that made him particularly suave, like a bad boy.
"Mr. Bai always wants to ask me for advice on how to curse properly, but I can't pass on this skill to him because it was passed down to me by my ancestors. Why don't you teach him, Mr. Bai?"
Bai Moliang's face turned sullen. 'When did I ever ask her for advice on how to curse properly? This woman's ability to make things up is really incredible.'
Tang Qing was very cooperative as he played along, "Oh? I'm surprised that you have that kind of awareness, Mr. Bai. But unfortunately, I never argued with women, so I can't teach you."
"Miss Yan is just joking with you, Mr. Tang."
Tang Qing nodded and then turned his attention to Fu Borong. "Young Master Fu, it has been a long time since I saw you, but you have become more and more capable."
"Mr. Tang, you are too kind."
