Hong Qingyan, after all, wasn't as composed as Ye Feng in the face of the many unusual gazes and derogatory comments. Her face turned shades of green and white, wanting to argue back but not knowing what to say. Thankfully, that strong hand in hers never left.
With him by her side, she feared no storm, no matter how great.
The lobby manager didn't keep Ye Feng waiting for long. Two minutes later, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle and carrying a briefcase hurried over.
"I'm sorry, Chairman, I had no idea it was you gracing us with your presence."
Lv Wenhe didn't even bother to wipe the fine sweat from his neck, hastily bowing to Ye Feng and bending extremely low, almost to ninety degrees.
