Hearing this voice, Ye Xuan furrowed his brows and turned to look.
He saw a young man dressed in a white suit, clearly dressed like a wealthy young heir, walking toward him.
This youth walked with his nose in the air and side-stepping like a crab. Without guessing, it was obvious that the words just spoken came from him!
If the other party had spoken politely, Ye Xuan naturally would have stepped aside.
But since the man was being offensive, Ye Xuan snorted coldly and lazily stood his ground, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Fuck! I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me?"
Seeing that Ye Xuan had no intention of making way, the young man's crab-eye gaze rose even higher as he cursed, "What sort of thing are you, a shabby security guard daring to stand at the entrance of the Empire Hotel, get out of my sight immediately!"
"Master Chenyu, what an honor to have you here, what wind has blown you over?"
Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes hurried over.