The Long Family's Second Young Master?

The Long Family's Second Young Master?

At this moment, beside a landscaped strip outside the Imperial Dynasty Club.

Wang Feifan had not left.

Though he had been thrown out, Fan Jingfeng had not come out.

He could not just leave like this.

With so many people inside, she generally would not run into trouble, but once she came out, that was harder to say.

So he had to wait—wait until he saw her leave safely before he could go.

Thinking of everything that had happened inside, the sense of humiliation in his heart was impossible to suppress.

He had never suffered such a colossal loss of face.

"Shen Wuxiao, you really deserve to die! I, Wang Feifan, swear that for the rest of my life, it will be death or nothing between us!"

He smashed his fist into the edge of the landscaped strip, shattering the stone.

It was at that moment that several figures suddenly approached.

Wang Feifan immediately became alert, a dangerous glint flashing through his eyes.

This man had quite a few experts around him. Could Shen Wuxiao have sent people to deal with him?

Wang Feifan was ready to make a move at any moment.

Only when they drew closer did he clearly see that it was a young man dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

He wore glasses and looked refined and elegant.

A smile sat on his face, giving people a deeply confident impression.

"Wang Feifan..." The man called out Wang Feifan's name as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wang Feifan frowned, slowly rising to his feet as he looked at the other party. "Who are you?"

The man pushed up his glasses, putting on quite an air.

With a wave of his hand, his subordinates behind him immediately brought over a