Dozens of eyes converged on Qin Fan as he walked in from the door, incredulity written on all their faces.
Suddenly, a cold snort shattered the silence. "I don't know how you got security to let you in, but I hope you understand one thing: a person should know their place. Just like a dog knows where it can go and where it must stop! Qin Fan, scram. This is not a place for you. Go back to your poor hovel in that urban village. This place isn't for you, so don't let your stench tarnish its noble atmosphere!"
Swirling the wine in his glass, Qin Feng, dressed in silk loungewear and loafers, walked right up to Qin Fan. Amidst the collective shock at Qin Fan's arrival, he chose to be the one to make a scene. Or perhaps, he was simply used to flaunting himself in front of Qin Fan this way.
"Is the wine good?" Qin Fan asked with a slight smile, his hands in his pockets as he stared straight at the Qin Family's young master.
