Tang Feng had just returned to his room and was about to take a shower.
That's when his phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw, to his surprise, a call from Mr. Rui.
To be honest, he didn't really want to get too close to this kind of rich second generation.
Because they had nothing in common, he couldn't get along with them.
But the guy had indeed helped him out once in Qianda Plaza, so he couldn't just snub him, could he?
After hesitating for a moment, he finally answered the call, "Hello, Mr. Rui. Is there something you need?"
"Can you not call me Mr. Rui? It sounds too impersonal," Zhou Bingrui's displeased voice came immediately from the other end.
"Don't everyone else call you Mr. Rui?"
"Other people are other people, you are you, I truly consider you a friend."
Although Tang Feng didn't know how much truth there was in his words, since the man had said so, he had no choice but to go along with it, "If I don't call you Mr. Rui, then what should I call you?"
