The man's leather shoes were polished to a shine, and even his hair gleamed. He appeared immaculate, exuding a noble aura typical of a wealthy young master.
When he reached Fang Yi, he slightly raised his chin. His gaze toward Fang Yi needed no explanation; it was as if he was looking at a clown, just short of pointing at Fang Yi's face and calling him a loser.
So, at the sight of this face, Fang Yi felt a strong urge to hit him.
But the man was oblivious, with his hands tucked in his suit pockets, looking at Fang Yi with disdain. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Beside him, Dong Ziyang didn't exude the same arrogance, but his gaze at Fang Yi was likewise condescending, with a hint of anger.
No one spoke first.
Fang Yi took one hand out of his pocket, holding a cigarette, and suddenly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Unfortunately, the smoke blew right toward the man in the suit.
