"Mayor, good to see you!"
"Mayor, you've arrived!"
"Mayor..."
At this moment, upon seeing the middle-aged man, everyone at the table began to greet him one after another. Even the arrogant second young master of the Zhou family put on a respectful face and instantly let go of Wen Xing's hair, which he had been grabbing.
Overhearing this, Ye Feng also released the second young master's arm and turned to look.
The middle-aged man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a serious face full of authority. Upon seeing Ye Feng, a hint of puzzlement flashed through his brows:
"Young man, where are you from? You don't seem to be from Zhangjiang Town, are you?"
Mayor Zhang Xueren was asking Ye Feng at the moment, but his expression contained an underlying displeasure, clearly angered that Ye Feng had attempted to start a fight at his elderly father's birthday celebration.
