Chen Feng and Liu Feifei were pushing a shopping cart forward when suddenly three figures blocked their path.
These three were none other than Piao Yisheng and his two henchmen.
"What's the matter?"
Chen Feng frowned, puzzled.
"This is none of your business, stand aside for this young master!"
Piao Yisheng looked at Chen Feng with disdain, waved his hand dismissively, then walked up to Liu Feifei. He flipped his hair, which he thought looked splendid, and said,
"Babe, you look good. Why not consider being my girlfriend? I'm a rich second generation, the textbook tall, rich, and handsome guy—got money and looks!"
Hearing this, Liu Feifei sized up Piao Yisheng and couldn't help but laugh.
Tall, rich, and handsome?
Except for 'tall,' the other two words were nowhere near applicable.
It was simply an insult to the phrase.
"Except for the 'tall,' I really can't see the other two attributes!"
Liu Feifei said with a smirk.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
