Approaching Mu Tianye, who was surrounded by a crowd, Chen Ziming smiled and lifted his right hand.
"Mr. Mu, congratulations!"
Mu Tianye glanced down at the hand extended in front of him, lifted his right hand, but instead of reaching out to shake it, he casually slipped it into his pocket and haughtily walked past without giving Chen Ziming a second glance.
"This guy is just insufferably arrogant," complained an assistant indignantly on Chen Ziming's behalf.
To that, Chen Ziming just gave a cold smile; this was exactly the effect he wanted.
Mu Tianye was no ordinary man; a direct confrontation would only result in mutual destruction. He wanted Mu Tianye to feel proud— the prouder he was now, the higher he climbed, the more disappointed he would be when he falls harder in the future.
Thinking of his own arrangements that were to come, Chen Ziming's gaze grew colder, and he burst out laughing.
