"Chen Feixiang."
This time, Lin Wei called him by his name.
It was obvious that Lin Wei was somewhat angry.
Seeing this, Chen Feixiang quickly shut his mouth, shrugged his shoulders at Zhang Qian, meaning to say, "Look, he doesn't like to hear it again."
Zhang Qian's lips maintained a teasing smile throughout, without saying much, silently withdrawing his gaze.
Before much time had passed, the car stopped at the entrance to Holy World Residence.
Holy World Residence is Y city's iconic high-end residential area.
Zhang Qian owned a sizable property here, but since he bought it, it had been empty, and he rarely came here.
Once the car stopped, Zhang Qian got up from his seat and said, "Since you're so busy, I won't invite you in to sit."
"Yeah, maybe some other time," Lin Wei replied.
Zhang Qian nodded, patted his shoulder, and then got out of the car.
