Ye Feng sat in the back seat of the Bentley naturally and glanced at Tian Fugui at the same time.
It was only then that he saw from the rearview mirror that Tian Fugui had dark circles under his eyes.
"Mr. Tian, did you not rest well last night?"
Tian Fugui was focused on driving as he smiled bitterly. "Last night, many of my old friends called me to ask about Mr. Ye's condition. I didn't go to bed until four in the morning."
Ye Feng was somewhat dumbfounded. "The news spread so quickly?"
Tian Fugui was very emotional. "You may not know this, but the entire upper-class circle in Fan City has started to spread your legend."
Ye Feng's interest was piqued. "What did they say?"
