Lin Fan naturally would not let others bully him. He pursed his lips. "Trash like you? I really don't fancy you."
"Dressed up like blooming branches, aren't you just the toys of those so-called big shots? What are you pretending to be so pure for?"
The woman flew into a rage at his words.
Although what Lin Fan said afterward was true—they really were toys for certain so-called big shots.
The truth was always grating, but it was not this stinking beggar's place to judge them.
What right did a stinking beggar have?
"Fine, fine! You dare insult me? Just wait! You just wait!"
The woman was also afraid that this beggar-like man might do something to her, so she decisively left after throwing down those harsh words.
Lin Fan watched her walk away, his expression calm.
If others did not offend him, he would not offend them. But if they did, he would make them regret being born!
He did not stir up trouble, but neither was he afraid of it.
Lin Fan did not bother with it any further and headed straight for the restroom.
After coming out of the restroom, he continued toward the buffet.
Everyone here was talking business and maintaining connections.
He did not need any of that, so he would eat when he should eat and drink when he should drink!
Outside the Ziyang Trade Exhibition, Shen Wuxiao's car had arrived as well.
He casually parked the car right at the exhibition entrance.
Shen Wuxiao got out and looked at the red carpet stretching up the steps to the exhibition center's main doors, then pursed his lips.
They had dressed it all up in gaudy finery, and there was even a red carpet.
Anyone who did not know better would think they were