Upon hearing this, Chen Feng smiled and shook his head, no longer engaging in conversation with the cab driver.
After all, he was currently clad in a cheap outfit from a street stall and had arrived by taxi; nobody would believe he had a friend in the affluent neighborhood.
Thus, any further explanation would merely be a waste of breath.
He glanced at the meter, which read exactly twenty.
Chen Feng pulled a crumpled twenty-yuan note from his pocket, handed it to the cab driver, and then turned to walk towards the community's gate.
"Nowadays, young people just love to brag, don't they? I want to see how you'll wriggle out of it when the security guards kick you out shortly!"
After taking the money, the cab driver didn't leave immediately; instead, he simply parked at the side of the road, watching Chen Feng, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
