Young Master Yao

The young man and the group with him were all a little taken aback.

For a moment, the scene fell quiet.

"Well, if it isn't Young Master Yao."

"What? Here to ride horses today, too?"

Wang Tong waddled up to the young man, wearing an innocent smile.

"Who are you? I—"

The young man didn't get to finish before one of his companions tugged at him. "Young Master Yao, Young Master Yao."

"What?"

The young man barked impatiently. "Spit it out!"

"This is Manager Wang of Wangchao Real Estate."

His companion was used to the young man's temper and quietly reminded him.

Wangchao Real Estate was a rising star in the property industry.

In just ten short years, it had established a significant position in the field.

That said plenty about Manager Wang's abilities.

Many of the young people's elders had dined or shared tea with Manager Wang.

Some of them had met him, too.

The young man known as Young Master Yao froze, then his impatience faded a little and a faint smile appeared on his face. "So it's Manager Wang."

His gaze swept over the people behind Wang Tong. "Are these your friends, Manager Wang?"

"That's right."

Wang Tong replied with a genial smile.

A meaningful look entered Young Master Yao's eyes. "Manager Wang really is just like people in our circles say—"

"You love making friends."

"But aren't you being a little too indiscriminate?"

"Heh."

"Young Master Yao, you jest. The friends I make are naturally worth making."

Wang Tong wasn't angered by Young Master Yao's barbed words.

He was just a junior; he wasn't worth losing his composure over.

Still, it was hard not to feel a little displeased.

He looked at Xiao Xiao. "Master Xiao."

Wang Tong felt