Wang Xiaodao, despite trying to appear genial, couldn't hide the ominous air beneath his gaze.
If it had been the Tang Feng of the past, being stared at by those eyes, he would probably stutter as he spoke.
But now he had the strength of a foe to a hundred, and having tested his power, his courage had substantially grown.
He calmly met Wang Xiaodao's eyes, showing an innocuous smile, "Nothing much, we're all neighbors here, just getting to know each other a bit."
"My name is Tang Feng, you can just call me Tang," he said, reaching out his hand first.
After a moment of hesitation, Wang Xiaodao eventually shook it.
His hand was very rough, with many calluses, slightly uncomfortable to the touch.
"I work at Mrs. Qin's antique shop, what do you do for work, Brother Wang?" Tang Feng naturally took out a pack of Furong Wang cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and offering it to him.
Wang Xiaodao still wore a wary expression, but he accepted the cigarette nonetheless.
