Lin Fan's icy voice rang out.
It instinctively made Ning Changfeng turn his head, sizing up the unfamiliar face.
"Who the fuck are you, and what right do you have to speak here?"
"I am Mr. Ning's special assistant. Didn't you hear Mr. Ning say you're an unwelcome person? Please leave immediately."
Lin Fan took steps toward Ning Changfeng.
Completely ignoring the burly bouncers surrounding them.
"An assistant counts for shit, Laozi simply won't leave today, what can you do about it?"
Ning Changfeng leaned against the conference table.
With a rascal air, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Then, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to see me this polite again."
In Lin Fan's eyes, a glint of cold light flickered.
He had already tried hard to present himself as polite and well-mannered.
"Then let Laozi see for himself what you look like when you're impolite."
Pulling out his lighter, Ning Changfeng chuckled as he waved his hand towards the people next to him.
