Watching Qin Fen's back in the sunlight, Lan Yibing found it painfully glaring. Did this guy insult people without using a single curse word?
The few hangers-on beside him stared wide-eyed. That was five million! Good lord, Qin Fen had refused without even blinking, and the key was that he had done it so arrogantly!
They looked at Lan Yibing with strange expressions, truly at a loss for what to say. He had really come away with his face rubbed in the dirt.
The elderly men chuckled. Little Qin had character—they liked that! With them around, those young punks would not dare act recklessly. This was not a place where just anyone could behave outrageously.
Qin Fen ignored them and went into the glass room to take a look. He was ready to eat something too, so he decided to keep it simple and make some noodles. After boiling water, he began preparing the seasonings when his phone suddenly vibrated strangely. A familiar stranger had sent him a message.
"How interesting. Why would he message me? Ksitigarbha actually contacted me first?" Qin Fen chuckled, set down his phone, and decided to let it sit for a while. No matter what it was about, he had to keep control of the initiative and pace.
While the chef busied himself inside, chaos had already erupted outside.
Lan Yibing trembled with anger. His eyes shifted, and he pulled out his phone to make a call.
"Secretary Huang? It's Little Lan. I'm doing quite well, and my recovery has been going nicely. I just arrived in Yiling and thought I'd come pay you a visit, but I unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance and got delayed."
"Is that so? Take your time recuperating. We can get together when we're free!"
Lan Yibing smiled sinisterly, his