Unlike those haughty sons of government officials who think themselves a cut above the rest, Young Master Zhang Xuanfeng was supremely arrogant and convinced of his own superiority. Otherwise, he wouldn't have so flamboyantly bought a pair of Ferraris, as if terrified the world didn't know his family was rich and utterly unconcerned about being targeted for his wealth.
Thus, when our flamboyant Young Master Zhang heard the praise from the beauty in his arms and saw her delicate, dew-kissed, and wanton appearance, he instantly forgot all about being slapped. With a lecherous look, he wrapped an arm around Jie Meiling's willowy waist and suddenly burst into a smug laugh. "I don't think I've ever told you, have I? I actually have a cousin named Gao Yuan."
"Gao Yuan? That name sounds familiar. Young Master Zhang, your cousin is?" Jie Meiling, however, looked confused.
