Ye Haolong lifted his eyes to Li Feng, who had cursed him for being poor, and offered a cold smile from the corner of his mouth.
"Heh, you ask what I rely on?"
"Just because I am Ye Haolong."
"As for you, daring to question me, where do you get that confidence from? Just because your dad is Li Mingrui, or because you are currently the chairman of Century Group?"
Ye Haolong stared down Li Feng with disdain: "In my eyes, you're no different from an ant. Me taking your stuff is me giving you face. And you still dare to haggle with me? You really don't know how to appreciate."
"But that's not surprising. After all, you're a wild bastard raised in the wild, utterly clueless about what reverence is, actually believing that you earned everything by yourself. If your dad weren't Li Mingrui, you'd be worth nothing."
"Do you know what kind of people I despise the most?"
