"Oh, just anybody?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Fei's deep, obsidian-like eyes flickered, and a faint smile touched his lips. Just anybody? He understood perfectly what the other party meant—he wasn't qualified enough. However, it seemed that even his uncle, Xiao Qianrang, the so-called spokesman for the Xiao Group, had no right to speak to him like this. In fact, Xiao Qianrang had bowed his head several times, begging for treatment, only to be turned away empty-handed each time to suffer the consequences. And now his nephew, a mere emotional substitute for the son Xiao Qianrang never had, was acting so high and mighty… How amusing.
"Xiao Hao, what do you mean…" Dong Jianhui began, his expression flashing with anger, but Chen Fei stopped him with a wave of his hand.
