"Young brother here, I still don't know what you are…"
Rong Yingjiu watched as Ning Fan ordered Deng Wu to throw his lackey out, his face instantly turning waxen.
The imposing manner Ning Fan had exhibited just now made him break out in a cold sweat. Such an aura was not common, and Ning Fan's assertive entry subdued everyone.
Bai Yunxi and Zheng Wenxiu looked at Ning Fan with surprise and delight. Ning Fan's playacting made their hearts cry out in amazement—his performance was just too convincing…
However, for Ning Fan, there was no need to act at all. Facing Rong Yingjiu and the others, he didn't even consider them worth his attention.
Now, Rong Yingjiu, not knowing Ning Fan's identity, didn't dare to offend him lightly, just based on this demeanor.
"Mr. Rong, is this your style? Is this how you treat newcomers?"
Ning Fan approached Rong Yingjiu, gently slapping his face with each question he asked, making it increasingly difficult for Rong Yingjiu to maintain his dignity.
