"Brother Feng, I'm sorry, the car broke down, I can't make it over now..."
The assistant apologized nervously with the phone in hand.
"What use are you," Feng Wang snapped angrily and hung up the phone.
By this time, most people had either been picked up by a car or had left in their own vehicles.
Feng Wang walked down the stairs; some people tried to strike up a conversation, but his indifferent attitude infuriated them.
"Aren't you just a pretty face, what's so great about you? Do you think you're better than everyone else?"
Feng Wang glared at the person hitting on him and slowly said, "Director Wang, does your wife know about your affair with a kept man?"
Director Wang's face immediately changed color.
"You..."
Feng Wang nodded politely, "Director Wang, let's catch up when you're free."
When Feng Wang walked outside, he saw a car parked not far away and his heart skipped a beat. She hadn't left?
The car was easy to recognize because it was—expensive.