Suddenly, a group of reporters surrounded Ye Qingfeng and started chattering questions.
Ye Qingfeng frowned. Earlier, he hadn't used his Divine Sense and didn't know there were so many reporters. If he had known, he might have flown up directly from outside on a Flying Sword.
"Get lost!"
Ye Qingfeng's expression turned icy, and he coldly rebuked them.
The reporters were stunned; they've worked in journalism for so many years, interviewed countless people, yet never encountered someone with such a temper, who arrives and immediately tells people off.
"Move aside!"
Ye Qingfeng said again. He didn't even regard Duan Jingtian, the top authority in East River City, so why would he care about this group of reporters? Their only tactic was exposure—does Ye Qingfeng care?
"Are you really the man Yun Xi likes? So domineering, indeed a wealthy young master. Who knew Yun Xi would fall for someone like you? I will definitely expose you."
