The man's attire screamed wealth and luxury, each piece of clothing a designer brand, and on his wrist he wore a Patek Philippe, exuding an air of superiority. His words carried an assertiveness that brooked no argument.
His eyes were narrow, and the smallness of them gave him a shrewd appearance. Hidden deep within that gaze was a hint of greed, as he boldly sized up Xu Xiaoting in front of him.
Tall in stature, but somewhat frail-looking, his face lacked color and his eyes were somewhat sunken, clearly showing the toll of indulgence in drink and pleasures.
Without a doubt, this man was no ordinary person, but at the very least, he was wealthy.
A normal person would probably be eager to cozy up to him, but unfortunately, this time he was facing Xu Xiaoting.
"I don't know you, and you don't get to tell me where to go. If there's nothing else, you can leave. Don't bother me here," Xu Xiaoting said without even bothering to glance at the man. What did it matter if he was rich?
