For Xiong Xiaobao's attitude, Li Fei was genuinely grateful. This was a real person, a friend worth making, so Li Fei patted his shoulder, "Thanks a lot, but you guys don't need to lift a finger; I'm confident I can handle them on my own, don't worry!"
Then, Li Fei glanced at Chen Feng, who really resembled a slobbering dog, kneeling on the ground, massaging and rubbing legs—where the hell had his previous arrogance gone that he'd thrown into some women's restroom?
"You don't need to kneel either; get up, stop rubbing my leg. My suit costs a few thousand, and with your filthy hands, I'll have to go home and wash it. Damn it, this is my only new outfit, okay?"
"Yes, yes, Boss, I'll wash it for you, and later I'll buy you a handsome Armani…"
"Uh? You're saying I'm not handsome now?"
