Standing Up for Someone

Standing Up for Someone

Wang Feifan's words were even more shocking.

Young Master Zhong's father—he actually called him Old Brother Zhong!

What was going on?

One had to know that Young Master Zhong's father was a Vice G-level big shot.

Yet this country bumpkin was actually addressing such a big shot as an old brother?

Unbelievable.

Had they really misjudged him?

The entire venue fell silent. Forget the others—even Dai Bin was stunned.

Even though his family's standing was not much different from Zhong Zicong's, he absolutely was not qualified to call Zhong Zicong's father a brother.

Wang Feifan suddenly felt utterly triumphant in his heart.

Seeing those people with their mouths agape and eyes wide open!

Awesome!!!

He wanted to let out a wuhu!

Fan Jingfeng swallowed and was the first to recover, gently tugging at Wang Feifan's clothes.

Wang Feifan smiled. "Young Master Zhong, when we get the chance, let's have tea together next time."

Zhong Zicong hurriedly stopped him. "Mr. Wang, you've already come all this way. Why are you leaving?"

Wang Feifan shook his head. "They don't seem very welcoming. Forget it."

Zhong Zicong frowned.

"I'd like to see who isn't welcoming!" His gaze swept across the room.

Those who had mocked Wang Feifan all lowered their heads.

There was no helping it. He had a big shot backing him. Even if they looked down on him in their hearts, they would not show it.

Zhong Zicong was not someone to be trifled with.

In the Imperial Capital circle, aside from the Shen Family, Yun Family, Ning Family, Qin Family, Ran Family, and more than a dozen families like the ancient hidden lineages that he could not afford to offend, there was no one else he feared.

"Mr. Wang, please. I still need to properly thank