Su Weifeng's phone began to ring.
It was a call from He Yifei.
"Kid, didn't you want me to kneel and apologize to you? Alright then, come over, and I will apologize to you."
Without saying a word, Su Weifeng hung up the call immediately.
On the other side, He Yifei, who was holding the phone, froze in his expression.
He had wanted to flaunt his power over Su Weifeng, but the guy simply wouldn't talk to him. This was unbearably frustrating.
Clenching his teeth, he could only dial Su Weifeng's number again.
After a long wait, the call finally got through, and Su Weifeng's voice came from the other end, "Speak if you have something to say, fart if you have to."
He Yifei's mouth twitched violently before he said, "Kid, I'm waiting for you here. Let's settle both new and old scores."
"Scram, I'm not in a hurry to settle accounts." After saying this, Su Weifeng hung up the phone once again.
