To be honest, if Lin Zifeng hadn't seen the guy's face, it wouldn't have mattered.
After all, who hasn't felt like a pretentious jerk while driving?
But when the Ferrari owner got out and gave everyone that cold, contemptuous look, casually glancing at Lin Zifeng like he owed him a few million, it was a different story.
Lin Zifeng leaned against his Porsche, cigarette in hand, eyes fixed on the young man. Just as the young man passed by Lin Zifeng, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
With a cold glance, he asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
"I'm waiting for you to come over and apologize," Lin Zifeng responded simply.
"Apologize? Why should I apologize to you?" The man sneered, thinking this guy's words were a bit of a joke.
Looking up at Lin Zifeng, he sneered, "Brother, driving a Porsche doesn't mean much, but one should be low-key. Being too high-profile won't do you any good."
