The old man was dressed decently, but he spoke in an absolutely inconsiderate manner and, furthermore, was quite blunt.
Nonetheless, Yuan Zhou wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he just asked peacefully, "Could I know who’s speaking please?"
"It’s none of your business to know who I am," with a frown, the old man turned around and prepared to leave after saying that.
"You must be Mr. Ma, aren’t you?" said Yuan Zhou affirmatively.
"Do you know me?" The old man turned his head and asked him with an unfriendly tone.
"No, it’s just my instinct." Yuan Zhou was also a person of frankness, therefore he replied straightforwardly.
"Humph." The old man grunted and then directly turned around and left, paying no attention to Yuan Zhou.
"Excuse me. Could you please wait a moment?" Yuan Zhou went up for a few steps and directly walked to the old man despite his cold face.
