Yu Fei had a strong impression of Lin Mu, but it wasn't a good one. Back in school, he had always looked down on classmates like Lin Mu—poor, ugly, tasteless, and without connections. He figured such a person would surely struggle after leaving school, and seeing Lin Mu's attire now, Yu Fei felt he had guessed correctly. Compared to his own clothes, Lin Mu's were like dirt next to the sky; there was simply no comparison.
"Lin Mu?"
A man in spectacles beside Yu Fei pushed them up his nose. "Haven't seen you in years. What brings you here? How've you been?"
The man's attitude wasn't enthusiastic; it was rather cold. As the saying goes, the clothes make the man. Judging by Lin Mu's attire, it was easy to tell how he was faring. His words were clearly meant to mock Lin Mu. Combined with Yu Fei intentionally withdrawing his hand earlier, it was a clear attempt to humiliate Lin Mu in front of everyone.
"Glasses?" Lin Mu nodded.
