"Looking to die."
The young master glared at Li Feng with panda eyes, "Do you know who I am? You dare to hit me."
"Who are you!"
Li Feng glanced at him.
"Young Master Ding."
Century Hotel manager Zhao Hai was just coming to find Li Feng when he noticed the conflict and hurried over, but when he saw the person who had fallen, his heart skipped a beat.
"Zhao Hai, I got hit on your turf, tell me what you're going to do about it."
"Call security for me. If I don't get this anger out today, I might as well stop mixing in this circle."
Zhao Hai made a bitter face, "Young Master Ding, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"
"Misunderstanding, what misunderstanding? I've been beaten to a pulp, and you're talking to me about misunderstandings? Who is this bastard, do you know him?"
"Come on, tell me who he is. Is he more impressive than me? Or is his father more powerful than mine?"
"Manager Zhao, who is this guy?"
