Hearing this, Qian Zihao was the first to turn his head: "Such big talk! Who do you think you are? I advise you to mind your own business less..."
But upon seeing the man behind him, Qian Zihao's tone involuntarily softened.
The man's face was cold and resolute, his aura deep and intense. His deep eyes seemed like an endless ocean, exuding a commanding presence.
Beside him, Qiao Yin also frowned, scrutinizing Fu Nancheng from head to toe.
He wore a dark suit, tailored neatly but overly simple in design, lacking the intricate details common to designer suits.
As for the watch, it was the best reflection of a person's status.
Yet, with just a glance, due to the angle, she couldn't see it clearly at all.
After considering for a moment, Qiao Yin still spoke up: "Sir, I advise you to mind your own business less. This woman beside you has long been kept by an old man with power and influence. For money, she'll do anything."
