In front of the Yang's villa, several sports cars were brazenly parked, blocking the mansion's main entrance. Five or six young men had surrounded Yang Fei, who was on her way home, effectively blockading her at the entrance.
"Miss Yang Fei, it's just the weekend. How about you join us for a bit of fun tonight? We even have a yacht. For you all from the local rich families, a yacht worth hundreds of millions is still a luxury item, right?" one of the young men said flirtatiously.
"As long as you will spend tonight with us, we will definitely give you a super red packet for your birthday tomorrow," another youth added.
"Yang Fei, I've heard that your family business is not doing well. Wouldn't you like to contribute something for your family? As long as you spend the night with us, when we return to Yanjing we'll persuade the elders to invest in your Yang Group." someone else chimed in.
Yang Fei cast a cold gaze: "I'm not interested. Move your cars!"
