Ling Fulei was escorted to the meeting room and right when he sat down, an angry dragon stormed into the room.
"Ten minutes, bastard." Yang Feng muttered when he sat down on the big leather chair. With his frame and height, the kingsize chair looked like a child's tea party set.
"Geez, what got your panties in a twist?" Ling Fulei asked while pulling out a cigarette.
"The clock is ticking." Yang Feng leaned back in his chair, an indifferent expression on his flawless face. His appearance alone could blind someone. Even Ling Fulei could not help but be drawn towards his best friend.
"I don't see why you're only dating one woman." Ling Fulei sighed, "What a waste of your good features." He passed the cigarette box to Yang Feng.
