Li Feng blinked and looked toward the mocking young man, feeling as though he had not offended him before.
"Heh."
Li Feng simply turned away, ignoring this "nutjob," and asked the front desk beauty, "Can any of you tell me which floor the board meeting is on?"
"It's on the nineteenth floor."
Li Feng gave a slight smile toward the receptionist, "Thanks." After speaking, he turned to head for the elevator, but although Li Feng did not provoke the fool, the fool obviously had no intention of letting him go.
The young man beside the elder swiftly stepped in front of Li Feng, arrogantly sizing him up.
"Heh."
"Do you think this is innovative, dressing like this to a board meeting? If you can't afford a suit, at least rent one to keep up appearances. And yet you're playing the gigolo, climbing your way up by licking boots. Don't you even understand the simple truth that 'A man depends on his clothes as a horse depends on its saddle'?"
