Sheng Tang lost her patience.
She said coldly, "Sorry, I don't know you. You've got the wrong person."
Feng Xiayang was taken aback.
Gu Shiting, wearing sunglasses, felt very pleased. He glanced down at Sheng Tang, thinking she did a great job.
Feng Xiayang was a bit annoyed.
His female companion tugged at him, "Mr. Feng, let's go! We're about to board!"
Feng Xiayang held back his anger.
He didn't want to cause trouble abroad. If this were Beijing, he would have hit them on the spot.
They boarded the plane, and not far from them, a private jet was parked.
This kind of private jet was of the highest standard, worth two billion yuan.
"Wow, who could that be?" Xu Yi, Feng Xiayang's companion, asked.
Feng Xiayang glanced over, feeling a bit jealous too.
His female companion saw it too and was very envious, "There's nothing special about it. Many people have private jets."
