Ye Ling could hardly contain his rage when he heard what the young man said. "You arrogant bastard," he thought. "I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"
"Ts, ts. What's the matter? You want to hit me?" the young man taunted. "You might want to think twice. In the Imperial Capital, where bureau-level officials are as common as fleas, there are some things money can't resolve."
The young man sneered, pulled out a premium cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and arrogantly blew out smoke.
The metropolitan woman got out of the car, snuggled up to the young man with a flirtatious smile: "Mr. Qi, who is this guy? He's so blind to challenge you to a verbal spat here."
"Never mind him, just a bumpkin from Donghai City who's never seen the world. Look at him; his eyes are practically red from ogling you, haha!" The young man provocatively kissed the woman next to him.
