Ye Fei had barely finished speaking when the fat man stopped in his tracks before any of the staff could respond.
He turned his head, snorting disdainfully at Ye Fei.
A chubby little hand ostentatiously tugged at the gold chain around his neck.
"My status is laid out right here, do I look like I'd line up with a bumpkin like you?"
Just by looking at his attitude, one could tell he was a nouveau riche.
Ye Fei's eyebrows raised, he retorted without a hint of politeness, "Hmph, you call that status? I can't see it at all."
"Hey, are you deliberately trying to be unpleasant? Look at you in your shabby clothes, everything you're wearing reeks of street stalls; I can smell your sour stench from a mile away. Did you come here to get a photo with the big online celebrity?"
The nouveau riche was not much to look at, but he had a sharp tongue.
His words nearly rendered Ye Fei speechless.
But Ye Fei was not angry at all; instead, he slowly stood up.
