Gu Yimeng's cold demeanor, Lin Zifeng didn't say a word.
Silently pulling back his hand, he started smoking a cigarette.
"Uncle Wang, since I'm already here, why don't you take my car?" Gu Yimeng said with a beaming smile, pointing to the Aston Martin supercar behind him.
To be honest, even someone as detached as Lin Zifeng couldn't help but be a bit surprised upon seeing the Aston, a car that was almost impossible to come by.
"Alright then, it's such a kind invitation from you, dear nephew Gu, that I can't really refuse your courtesy."
Wang Chongyang laughed heartily twice, showing much deference to Lin Zifeng, and insisted that Lin Zifeng enter the car first.
Gu Yimeng hesitated for a moment. This young man of no repute actually commanded such regard from Wang Chongyang. Was there really something special about him?
Once inside the car, Lin Zifeng still hadn't discarded his cigarette, smoking it deeply with profound eyes.
"Sir, please put out the cigarette."
