After laughing, Zhao Pu glanced at the policemen nearby and asked, "Mr. Qin, what's going on here?"
Qin Hai gave a faint smile, "Nothing serious, just got into a scuffle with a second-generation rich kid. That guy wanted to teach me a lesson, so I thought I'd see what kind of lesson he could possibly teach me."
Zhao Pu: "..."
Zhao Pu was inwardly groaning. Damn, he had been waiting for Qin Hai at the racetrack for ages, and here Qin Hai was, tangled up with some rich brat.
Did Qin Hai have any idea how precious his time was!
He said with a wry smile, "With Mr. Qin's status, why bother arguing with such a person? Couldn't you have just sent him away?"