C200 Sun Dog
"Sun dog, where I go is none of your business," Zhu Guangquan retorted with a cold turn of his head.
Chen Feng appraised the man who had spoken with a sardonic tone. He was a youth clad in an Armani suit, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle. His eyes were puffy, and his complexion had a sickly pallor, clearly the result of long-term excess.
"Why so hostile
